"Is this what you call the indescribable?" Zambit asked, surprised.

After turning that corner, a palatial hall appeared, and the passage behind them quietly turned into a luxurious door to the hall. Light music played in the hall, and a dozen vague and pale figures shuttled back and forth in it. On a lavish long table, men and women dressed in aristocratic costumes chatted and laughed in low voices as they tasted delicious food.

At first glance, this is simply a private banquet of a nobleman, but if you look closely, you will find that all the figures of these so-called human beings are blurred, exuding a cold aura all over their bodies, and they are actually ghosts.

"Let me see!" After Barnett squeezed away Zambit, he was stunned when he saw the scene in front of him, where is the huge space where the waterhole of the second level is located, this is clearly a ghost banquet hall! I just don't know who will preside over this place after merging with the core of the castle?

"Oh, praise the Lord, that at last a new guest has joined our feast. "A small, withered ghost in a tuxedo who had been serving the ghosts at the table was the first to spot the four standing at the door of the hall.

"Huh, can you see us?" Zambit asked, looking at the hidden umbrella in his hand.

"Distinguished guests, in the eyes of the ghosts, all tricks of playing with light are ineffective, for we are watching you not through our eyes, but directly through our souls. The ghost's hair was meticulously combed and said politely.

"I don't know what to call this gentleman?" Seeing that the Concealment Umbrella had lost its effect, Alfie retrieved the silver stick from the stunned Zambit and withdrew it into the spatial ring.

"Krees, Lord Krees, I'm the steward here. Krees replied with a bow to the four.

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"Krees, that guy turned into a ghost, and now I'm the housekeeper here!" Cross said in surprise when he saw the projection. The ghost who is staying with Alfie and the others and calls himself Lord Krees is the soul of Cross's extremely miserable predecessor.

"How did these guys suddenly appear in the Ghost Banquet Hall, isn't that the fourth level after the Human-Faced Spider?" Cross muttered to himself, confused.

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"That guy Kroos must not have thought I was doing something on the sly. In front of Celent's eyes that Sacapas didn't get to them, it was better not to let these people bother them. Tenelle said with a smug glance at Celent and the others who were still fighting with Speedel in the crystal ball.

In fact, at the moment when Alfie and the others walked out of the cemetery, because of a slight change in light, Tenelle discovered their traces, so she was able to distort the space of the passage before Alfie and the others entered the second level, allowing them to skip the second and third levels directly and enter the ghost banquet hall.

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"It's a pleasure, Lord Krees. Alfie replied with a salute to Krees. He had no previous experience dealing with ghosts, but it was not surprising that he was polite, and it was better to maintain a certain level of politeness without determining whether the other party was friend or foe.

"You're so gracious, anyone who wants to join us is welcome. Krees said with a smile.

What made Alfie feel a little strange was that they had been here for a long time, while the other ghosts around them had turned a blind eye to them.

"Hurry up here, please, there are exactly four empty seats there. Please sit down as soon as possible, our main meal will be served soon. Krees said, pointing to the empty seat at the other end of the plush table.

"It's- well, it's better to be respectful than to obey. Alfie and the other three looked at each other, deciding to wait and see.

"Hiss~ It's so cold!" The hairy Zambit accidentally "penetrated" through his body when he passed by a ghost, and the chill and slippery feeling from the depths of his soul made him feel creepy.

"I'm sorry, I almost forgot, you're not real ghosts yet. Zambit's strangeness made Krees look back and said.

"Why? Do all the people who join your party have to be ghosts?" Zambit said jokingly.

"Few trolls have a mind as brilliant as you. Kreese complimented politely.

"What a prize—what did you say?" Zambit had just taken a moment to realize that the meaning of Kreese's words did not seem so kind.

Zambit's exclamation finally caught the attention of the surrounding ghosts, who surrounded them with angry expressions when they saw that the uninvited guests were still alive.

"Please don't be overly nervous, we'll talk about whether we're friends or foes, please sit down and have a drink first. Kreese stopped the ghosts around him, still politely speaking.

The surrounding ghosts did not disperse, but gathered together in twos and threes to whisper, and invisibly stood in an encirclement, surrounding Alfi and the others.

"It's good that the little priest is here, his divine magic is the nemesis of these ghosts. Barnett muttered quietly, and he could tell that the ghosts around him were visibly hostile, except for Krees's unclear position.

The four of them sat down in the seats that Krees had directed, and no matter what the attitude of the ghosts was, the table, the chair, was still a real thing, not an illusion of a ghost.

Once the four of them were seated, Krees clapped his hands lightly, a small door opened at the end of the hall, and a fat ghost with a towering chef's hat walked in pushing a shiny food truck.

On the dining car are a few delicate bottles that look very old, and a gold cover covers the "main course" for tonight.

"Oh, what did I see? Could it be the 'Imperial Brandy' brewed by Otto the Great when he founded the country?" The drunkard Barnett immediately fell in love with the bottle of wine placed in the most prominent position on the dining car, and if he remembered correctly, this 2,000-year-old "Imperial Brandy" alone could be exchanged for gold coins to buy an entire Frossaken town. This is the real priceless treasure!

"You're a connoisseur. After complimenting Barnett, Krees took the Imperial brandy and poured a little into the crystal goblet in front of the four of them in an old-fashioned way, "Please taste it." ”

"That's it~" Zambit looked at the faint amber wine that had just passed the bottom of the glass, muttered dissatisfiedly, took it up and drank it all, and then smacked his lips and said, "It doesn't seem to be anything special~"

What a shame! Barnett blushed at Zambit's vulgar behavior, and wondered what his expression would be when he told him that he had drunk a sip of wine worth a villa in the imperial capital.