Chapter 58 Chapter fifty-seven

Am I supposed to be happy about a parrot's jealousy?I couldn't help but reached out and patted my face, the tentacles still had the texture of skin; I touched my hair again, although it was a bit rough and knotted, there were no feathers growing on it after all.However, my clothes have been changed, the whole body, all the clothes have been changed. I turned and walked quickly over to the dressing table mirror. I saw a girl with dark hair.A black-haired girl in an exaggerated black tutu dress, like the Barbie doll she played with when she was a child.The skirt was so big and complicated, and the layers of lace made it impossible for me to walk, but my neck was completely naked, without the cumbersome ruff collar around it like the princes and nobles here, I think this is probably because I Because of low status.

I opened all the drawers of the dressing table and saw all kinds of combs, perfumes and powder puffs, as well as countless inexplicable decorations, such as artificial flowers, folding fans and other gadgets.These useless clutter filled the drawers, but I didn't see a single "mine".I mean, the ones I would have carried with me :D The mask that was custom made for me in Venice (although it looks completely useless at the moment), Nome's mystical little scroll, and the scales of Setus (when we left the council court when, D gave me the scales). Now these important things are gone.I lost them all.

My knees gave way, and I knelt in vain on the thick carpet, burying my face in my hands.I don't know what to do with myself.The only hope in my heart now is that D is out of danger.But even if he really rescued me, Emily, and Xiao S with great powers, I still lost the most important tokens, the tokens of the earth elves and water elves.We've worked so hard to get to this point, and now that we've failed, I'm in deep despair. When I looked up again—I don't know what prompted the movement, because there was no salute, no screeching voices, or another bunch of grapes.If there is any difference from just now, in fact, the place suddenly fell into silence.Because the music that had been lingering in the venue stopped.

I grabbed the railing of the birdcage and looked into the distance, and saw that the fruit and dessert plates on the long table had been removed, there were no gray-crowned cranes holding champagne in the banquet, and the guests in fine costumes gradually less land.The banquet in the glass palace is over, almost no one stops in front of my birdcage, and even those terrifying king vultures and secretary birds have faded out of sight, striding away to other places. My hand touched something on the railing, and it made a crisp "snap" sound, and I was startled. That is a lock. What shocked me even more was that it was just hanging lightly on the railing because I knocked it out of the keyhole by half an inch - I mean, it was open.

My heart was beating wildly, I held it tightly, and looked around warily again, carefully distinguishing any situation that might appear between those huge leaves. No one, no one around. This unlocked lock was like a bomb suddenly thrown into my mind, obliterating all my previous thoughts and ideas.Before I saw this lock, I was stuck here, powerless to do anything. But now it's different.It's completely different. My heart was beating wildly, almost jumping out of my chest. I reached out from the gap in the cage and grasped the lock tightly. My arms trembled slightly because of the tight grip.So I had to grab the trembling arm with my other hand and managed to get the lock out of the keyhole.

I could hardly believe what was happening before my eyes.I gripped the railing tightly with both hands, and looked around warily for the last time. Still no one here. I took a deep breath and gently pushed the door open a crack, then I closed my eyes and waited nervously. There was silence all around.There were no alarms that I expected, nor any strange noises.I could hear Emily's low sobbing from the other side of the hall, the intermittent rustling of the overhead spray, and the splashing of a miniature fountain not far away. I'm sure I'm safe for now.I opened my eyes, carefully pushed the door open a little more, and stepped sideways out of the cage.

For a long time, I stood there not knowing what to do next.My hands tightly gripped the metal railing outside the cage, fearing that if I let go of my hand, something like an alarm would be triggered.I can't believe I was freed so easily. What baffles me is why is my cage door open?Had it been left unlocked, or did something happen during the party, and someone, for some reason, opened the lock for me? I quickly dismissed the former speculation.As a "watch pet" at a party, there's no reason to open it up now that they've put me in the cage.Then there is only the second type left here.

I admit that because of my desperate situation and my usual pessimistic attitude, I didn't pay much attention to the crowd around me.I don't rule out the possibility that one or two spectators might have gotten close to the cage door during the banquet and opened it for me amid the confusion.I try to replay everything that happened before in my mind, and remember who was in that position.But I can't remember.The only thing I have an impression of is the swan. I don't like this animal.Because it easily reminds me of Heath.Swans, especially white swans, are probably the last waterfowl I want to see here.

But this is a country of birds after all, and there are countless swans at the banquet.So I don't think I should be overly sensitive.This swan is probably just a regular visitor, he has nothing to do with me, and certainly has nothing to do with this open lock. I held my breath and took a small step.There was still no one around.It seemed that the tropical garden-like glass ballroom had successfully wrapped up its mission and everyone left. I walked a few steps forward, trying to find the legendary fourth birdcage.I want to see if D is here too. But I soon discovered to my disappointment (or delight) that there was no fourth cage.

D is indeed not here. So where is he?Is it he who just mingled among these people and quietly opened the door for me?Is it really?I couldn't help but start making up stories for myself, pretending that he really escaped from the hunt, waiting quietly somewhere in the dark, waiting for the opportunity to save us. I even imagined that he was the swan. But soon I realized that there was a pink parrot beside the swan. I remember her being full of hostility towards me.And there is only one person who is hostile to me here. So I shook my head desperately and quickly dismissed the idea.But its sharp beak, like a hummingbird straw, has already inserted a poisonous needle into my heart, and between sucking and shrinking, the terrible venom flows with the blood.

I fear my worst fears will eventually happen. Because I am not afraid of death. All I fear is losing him again.