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He showed kindness in front of him, but then he told him to go home directly.
"It's inexplicable."
Hasta sighed, took out his pocket watch and looked at the time. It was already past ten o'clock.
He had no intention of continuing to think about this issue.
No matter what Earl Hall's true thoughts are, just take your time and go your own way.
After walking out of the study, Butler Neil looked sad at the door. Finally he couldn't help but said: "I have always believed that the future of the Baron is limitless. I hope you will not be discouraged because of what happened tonight."
"..."
Hastur was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Butler Neil, thank you for your comfort."
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He gave Hastur a look that encouraged him to work hard, and then went on to do other things.
"Even Butler Neil is so good at associating, so it's no wonder that Greg and Hibbert are thinking wrongly. Fortunately, Miss Audrey is not thinking wildly."
Hastur murmured, choosing to take a bath and then go back to his room to rest.
The Hall of Stars.
Hastur's eyes fell on the star where the High Dimensional Overlooker was.
The white crystal eyeball, which was originally normal, was discovered by the personnel guarding the bell tower. They regarded this thing as a divine object given by God, and even built a small chapel to enshrine the white crystal eyeball.
The white crystal eyeballs emit a hazy light, which seems to be affecting the people around them.
But not many people come to believe in it. Most of them come to watch it just out of curiosity.
Except for the clockkeeper who discovered it, other personnel did not show too much fanatical worship.
"There should be the consciousness of a high-dimensional overlooker in the white crystal eyeball, otherwise I should not be able to see this picture."
"Does the high-dimensional overlooker want to develop his own followers in this way?"
"This is too casual. It doesn't show any miracles, nor does it show anything too abnormal, except for the fact that it emits a little light."
Hastur stared for a long time, but chose to continue watching.
If the high-dimensional overlooker really develops his followers in this way, it can also provide him with some future reference.
After looking at this side, I looked at another small spot of light.
The incarnation of the High-dimensional Overlooker no longer stayed at the seaside, but was sailing on the sea following a ship.
His attire has morphed into classic sailor attire, and he's even doing hard labor on board.
"Did you come here specifically to experience life?"
Hastur really doesn’t understand the thoughts of a high-dimensional overlooker.
After watching for a while, Hastur glanced at the other stars.
There is nothing unusual about it, only the lamp god is unfortunately sealed in the wishing lamp.
……
Late at night, in Mrs. Germani's room.
The crimson light outside the window spread little by little along the edge of the window, and a shadow that melted into the darkness silently came into the room from outside the window.
Mrs. Gemeni, who was already lying in bed, woke up immediately and looked at the graceful figure in front of the mirror as if there was no one around.
"You came in through the window again, don't you have a long memory?"
"Don't be so cold. I didn't mean to hurt your sweetheart last time. Besides, I was the one who suffered the loss. He stabbed me hard in the heart."
Moraka took off all her clothes in front of the mirror, then walked naked to the bed, lifted the quilt and lay down in it.
Before Mrs. Gemani could refuse, she took Mrs. Gemani's hand and placed it on her lower abdomen, and said in a bewitching tone: "I still have his breath left here."
"His sharp sword penetrated my lower abdomen from here, and he stirred it hard. That feeling is really unforgettable."
"Don't you want to follow the passage he opened and come in to take a look?"
Soon, the quilt was covered, and a suppressed moan floated from the room to the window.
The crimson moon in the sky wanted to take a closer look at this beautiful scene, but was blocked by black clouds.
Chapter 181 Leonard and the Witch
When the lingering sound dissipated, the dark clouds in the sky also moved away, allowing the light of the crimson moon to shine again.
"Have you really thought about it? Once you embark on this path, there will be no room for regret."
"Didn't you always hope that I would become a real witch like you?"
"What I hope is that you figure it out and become a witch voluntarily, instead of choosing to become a witch because of love. In that case, you will be very painful in the future."
"Isn't this better? Only by experiencing pain can we get closer to the original."
"Okay, I will bring the assassin potion tomorrow night to help you become an extraordinary person."
"Where's the mother?"
"Haha, she is probably looking for a suitable partner in the bar."
Moraka left one last taunt before putting on his clothes and leaving the window following the shadow.
The wind blew along the window, dissipating the strange smell in the room.
Mrs. Gemani got up from the bed and came to the floor-length mirror, letting the crimson moonlight shine on her smooth and delicate back.
She looked at herself in the mirror and reached out to gently touch every part of herself, but there was no unnecessary expression on her face.
"How wonderful would it be if this were the palm of Baron Campbell's hand?"
Mrs. Germani murmured silently, imagining that Hastur was standing behind her, hugging herself.
Unfortunately, she was always alone in the mirror.
……
Brave Bar.
Leonard, who finally got rid of his busy schedule, once again came to this paradise for the brave.
Unfortunately, he did not see Mr. Hastur with whom he had a drink that night, so he asked the bartender to tell him when Hastur came to the bar.
Sitting in front of the bar, Leonard ordered three glasses of Southwell beer in one go. He had successfully reimbursed the 50 gold pounds for drinks. Now, he had plenty of money left, so it was not a big problem to have a drink.
After about half an hour of drinking, a graceful figure came to the door of the bar.
She looked to be in her twenties, but her skin was as white and tender as a seventeen-year-old girl.
Her facial features were exquisite without any flaws. She was wearing a complicated black dress and was nearly 1 meters tall, which made her legs look particularly slender.
Very beautiful, very tempting.
She walked forward gracefully, with a slight smile on her lips, but her eyes revealed the majesty of a queen.
In the bar, everyone who was drinking was attracted by her appearance.
Leonard couldn't help but take a second look. She was indeed an extremely outstanding beauty.
It can be said that the person in front of him is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen in his life.
No matter which aspect, there is nothing to fault.
The woman didn't take it seriously in the face of the numerous gazes. She came to the bar, two empty seats away from Leonard, and then ordered a blue cocktail.
Her slender fingers gently traced the wall of the wine glass, and her eyes seemed to be immersed in the blue liquid, very serious and nonchalant.
In just about three minutes, no less than seven or eight people wanted to talk to her, but they all failed and left with disappointment.
Leonard did not move, but drank his Southwell beer, and only looked up at her after a while.
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As a frequent visitor to the bar, he has his own set of experiences to share with women who come to the bar to get drunk.
For example, the woman in front of me, at first glance, should be the wife of a certain nobleman. She has no shortage of money and no shortage of people.
What I like most about such people is an interesting soul.
Only by arousing their interest can we make further progress.
As for trying to coax someone into bed over a few drinks, that's a bit naive.
You must be patient with such a woman, let her become interested in you first, and then it is your turn to take the initiative.
Leonard knew this well, so he remained firmly seated in his position without any thought of approaching him.
He drank in silence, his eyes inadvertently revealing memories and vicissitudes of life, and his whole person seemed to have a sense of story.
Stories, especially unknown stories, usually have a different appeal to the opposite sex.
For women like this who come to bars to get drunk, well-behaved little boys are not their target. Only men with stories about them can arouse their interest.
Almost an hour later, the woman in black dress finally got up and walked to the empty seat next to Leonard.
"It seems like there are a lot of stories happening to you?"
"It's all in the past. Now I only care about the stories that will happen in the future."
Leonard's voice was gentle and full of vicissitudes of life, and his face also showed a painful expression of recalling the past at the right time.
But this painful expression disappeared in a flash, leaving only calmness and indifference.
"The future, who can see through the future, can you?"
The woman's voice was low and pleasant, like fragile stained glass, as if she was about to burst into tears the next moment.
This is a woman with many sad things.
Leonard thought for a while and said: "The future I can see is free of pain, sadness, and all worries, and is just pure happiness."
"Don't you have anything worth being sad about in your heart?"
"As long as you learn to forget, sadness is just an insignificant symbol in life."
The woman looked into Leonard's eyes, breathed out the scent and said, "My experience tells me that you are far from as calm and leisurely as you appear now."