Apart from the rope art and eye-searing postures, the entire scene contained quite some meticulous details.
For example, all the ropes were pink, not dull, but glittering, as if inlaid with glowing pink diamond dust.
Another example is this glittering rope not only linked both of them but also connected to a balance beam modified from a chandelier on the ceiling.
This balance beam had a roller mechanism that could respond to changes in the center of gravity below. This feedback included rocking up and down, as well as rotating.
As long as either Bruiser or Golos made even the slightest movement, the balance beam would start operating.
When Angel and others entered, the balance beam was already in motion, rotating in circles. The two rope-bound individuals at the ends of the beam turned along with it.
Rising and falling suddenly, moving forward and backward unexpectedly, alternately getting closer and further away.
Such a design allowed people to "admire" their front, back, and even the underside, all clearly visible.
From this, one could see the designer’s painstaking effort.
Besides, this balance beam device had a most explosive detail. This was also a design Dox kept murmuring about in Angel’s ear.
The interior of the balance beam was hollow, connected to an unknown point above, filled entirely with slender pink blind snakes.
These pink blind snakes would drop down from the holes with the rise and fall of the balance beam, landing on the bodies of the two "lucky ones."
Blind snakes were not quite like ordinary snakes; they were very thin and long, and without careful observation, one couldn’t even tell where their heads were. Rather than resembling snakes, they looked like elongated earthworms.
Blind snakes were not uncommon on the Flourish Continent, and they had a nickname: earworms.
Earworm, meaning burrowing.
Their vision had almost completely degenerated, so they preferred burrowing in moist underground tunnels or slipping into existing holes as their survival means and skills to evade predators in the wild.
And these red blind snakes tamed by the Princess remained ordinary creatures, but their abilities to search and burrow had become even stronger.
Imagine two naked rope-binders overwhelmed by a large number of blind snakes, with the snakes searching for holes.
This design left Dox full of praise; for instance, at this moment, Dox, through the Mind Ribbon in Angel’s ear, commented excitedly and enthusiastically.
Angel without hesitation muted Dox’s voice.
Art, such a somewhat idealistic concept, is really subjective. This scene before him was true art for Dox. But in Angel’s view, it was an absurd monkey show.
If to discuss art, Angel actually felt the specimen corridor on the second floor had more artistic sense in its design.
Of course, that is just the design premise without using real human skulls.
If the skulls were crafted from plaster and colored, then it would really be considered art. From babies to juveniles, youths to elders, different races, different skin colors, all the facets of humanity — joy, anger, sorrow, and joy — all encapsulated in that short corridor.
This was what Angel recognized as "art."
Back to now, art was not visible, but watching the monkey show wasn’t bad.
Especially since the expressions on the two above were very awkward, their eyes transitioned from surprise to despair to emptiness, an amusing contrast.
Moreover, in such an awkward situation, they couldn’t remain still as usual; they were still spinning and moving vigorously up and down. Because only this way could they fling off the blind snakes crawling on their bodies, maintaining their integrity.
The dynamic scene made them even more embarrassed. Angel believed if they could, these two would even want to dig a hole and bury themselves.
After Angel came in, he did not move but looked at the show with great interest.
Lady Melo was shocked, frozen by such an absurd and eye-stinging scene.
This silence lasted at least half a minute.
Until a pink blind snake got flung onto Lady Melo, she then suddenly woke up.
Lady Melo seemed to forget etiquette, panicking, swatted the blind snake off herself, then used her Bloodline Power, directly cracking the floor, the snake crushed into a pulp.
Naturally, Lady Melo wasn’t afraid of snakes, otherwise, she would have had a reaction when seeing Slaikum, the Spirit of the Python, before.
Her agitation was purely because the blind snake had been crawling on someone else, and if it had found a hole... just thinking about it made Lady Melo clench her fists.
However, since Lady Melo possessed excellent etiquette, her lapse was momentary and she quickly returned to normal, apologetically smiling at Angel, then softly asked, "My lord, is there any mechanism here?"
Lady Melo really didn’t want her eyes pierced, so she had to rescue them as soon as possible. But this was the Princess’s room; she worried about other mechanisms on the glowing ropes or balance beam, fearing a mishap could harm rather than help, hence the question.
Angel did not answer immediately, instead, he looked back at the Spirit of the Python: "Weren’t you about to stand on our camp? You answer this question."
Slaikum, looking distressed, opened its mouth, unleashing a strong stench: "M-Master, could you, please remove it first, then I’ll talk."
It was apparent that Slaikum exerted great effort to squeeze out this sentence from its throat.
Angel thought for a moment, snapped his fingers, and the Magic Bread fell out of Slaikum’s mouth.
Slaikum exhaled a long breath: "Great, finally rid of this poop-stained rock... Thank you, my lord, your loyal servant will speak without reserve!"
Slaikum believed that this not overly complicated flattery was quite effective, given Angel’s mouth corner lifted. Smiling meant agreement. Indeed, this seemingly indifferent Official Wizard shouldn’t be flattered like the Princess did, but the flattery should be subtle, leaving no trace.
Slaikum felt he did it right, but he didn’t know Angel wasn’t listening to the flattery, as "poop-stained rock" echoed repeatedly in Angel’s head at the moment.
Daring to describe his Magic Bread as a poop-stained rock.
Very well.
The hand Angel placed behind his back clenched, the smile at his mouth representing not agreement, but contemplating how to punish this unruly door spirit.
Angel wanted to stuff the Magic Bread back into its mouth again, but as Slaikum began answering Lady Melo’s question, Angel could only temporarily spare it.
"Of course, there are mechanisms, including hidden contraptions atop that balance beam..."