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"Do you need me to help you?"
"If you are willing to help..."
Before Leonard could finish speaking, he felt a chill on the back of his neck and a fragrant breeze blowing.
He knew it was Serafina who had walked behind him, and his whole body froze instantly.
By this time, he had completely understood that his intention to escape had long been seen through, and it was Serafina who was deliberately teasing him before.
"Your exertion posture is wrong. You should use this posture."
Serafina came up from behind, reached out from behind, grabbed Leonard's hands, and rubbed them on the door handle.
Leonard pretended to be calm and said: "You seem to be unable to open the door, right?"
"Yeah, I'm only good at opening other people's hearts."
Serafina's fingers moved up from the back of Leonard's hand along his arm, then moved slightly and pointed at Leonard's heart.
"I heard from others that witches like to eat the hearts of young people to maintain their ageless appearance." Serafina's words seemed to mean something.
Leonard, who was already stiff and unable to move, said with a serious face: "Don't talk nonsense, witches are very kind people. They are willing to help others and are unwilling to kill, let alone do something as terrible as eating human hearts. Disgusting behavior.”
"Is the witch really that good?"
"Of course!"
"Then why are you anxious to run away?"
"I didn't want to run, I just wanted to open the door for some ventilation."
"You are not honest at all."
"..."
Leonard felt like he couldn't continue talking that day. He called the old man for help in his heart, but the old man seemed to have his ear in the deep valley on the witch's chest and did not respond to his call at all.
"What will a man do when he sees a beautiful woman who has taken all her clothes off?"
Serafina's right index finger had pierced the surface of Leonard's heart and continued to extend inside.
"Of course I took some clothes and put them on that woman, and warned her not to take off her clothes casually in front of men in the future, otherwise she wouldn't be able to put them on when she wanted to.
Dream! "
At the end of the story, Leonard yelled and tried to force Serafina into the dream, but unfortunately he failed.
Serafina rested her head on Leonard's shoulder, with a smile on her face, "I can't live without you in my dreams."
"None of my business!"
Leonard's forehead had veins popping out, and he hit the back with his right elbow.
What he didn't expect was that his powerful back elbow actually hit Serafina's beautiful face, and made her take half a step back in pain.
Leonard would not miss such a good opportunity and tried to open the door again. This time, the door was opened as expected. He hurried out and closed the door smoothly.
In the room, Serafina's face was full of doubts and panic. In just a moment, all her extraordinary abilities were ineffective, as if they had been stolen.
Chapter 192: How to imitate Russell’s diary
On the street late at night, as soon as Leonard left the room, he quickly started running wildly.
At this moment, he truly understood the true meaning of freedom.
It turns out that having the right to say no is true freedom.
I don’t know what time it is late at night. It’s hard to see any pedestrians on the street. I can only occasionally catch a glimpse of homeless people asking for warmth.
After running for a long distance, Leonard regained his composure a little bit, and began to run in the direction of the nearest Harvest Church.
Only by escaping to a place covered by the power of the church can he truly be out of danger.
The Harvest Church is located in the South District of the Bridge, adjacent to the Backlund Bridge District. It is currently the place where he can find support the fastest.
Leonard didn't know how long he had been running. It wasn't until he arrived at the gate of Harvest Church out of breath and his legs were weak that he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He didn't know why Serafina didn't catch up. What he wanted to do most right now was to go to the bathroom to clean himself up in a mess, then lie on the bed and pull the quilt over to cover himself who had no face to see anyone. .
When the affable, burly priest of Harvest Church asked him why he was here late at night.
Leonard forced a smile on his face and said, "Because of love."
……
The next day, until the sun was shining brightly in the sky, Leonard stopped a carriage and returned to St. Samuel's Church in the North District.
As soon as he arrived at the church, he was given a few words of reprimand by his captain, telling him not to be late for work again because of drinking.
"Not anymore, never again." Leonard shook his head and almost raised his hands to swear.
After all, he still didn't tell the captain about his heart-to-heart talk with a witch last night.
When he could rest, he returned to his room. The first thing he did was hide in the bathroom for more than an hour. Then he lay down on the bed and pulled the quilt to cover his head.
"Haha, do you know now that you have no face to see people?"
Deep in his heart, the old man's gloating voice sounded on time.
Leonard was ashamed and his cheeks were hot. He really wanted to find a small crack in the ground and crawl into it.
"That's an immortal witch. You didn't rise to the challenge. You simply failed to live up to my expectations."
"..."
Leonard wanted to retort. If you hadn't suddenly revealed Serafina's true identity, he might still be immersed in the taste of the witch.
But such a rebuttal would only make him more embarrassed.
Accepting criticism and ridicule silently is the most suitable for you now.
After a while, after the old man’s ridicule and cheerful laughter stopped, Leonard, who had adjusted his mentality, finally asked: “Old man, since you already knew Serafina’s true identity, why didn’t you remind me earlier? "
"Isn't a wonderful encounter with a witch also a wonderful poem?"
"You clearly want to see me make a fool of myself on purpose!"
"Okay, then what?
How could you end up in this situation if you didn't take offense to others' sexual intercourse? "
"..."
Leonard was speechless and thought of many excuses.
But he still couldn't get around that it was because of Serafina's beauty that he lost his usual calm judgment.
Even if the other party is not a witch,
With a personality like mine, sooner or later I will fall flat on my face over something like this.
"Your friend Hastur is smarter than you at this point."
"Hasta? Is he so good at this?" Leonard felt a lot of pressure.
The voice deep in his heart disappeared and he stopped talking about this topic.
"Ugh……"
Leonard lifted the quilt and sighed heavily. He found that whenever he closed his eyes now, the scene of his heart being dug out by Serafina would appear in his mind.
What's even worse is that Serafina, who is doing such a cruel thing, is still so beautiful, even though she is chewing her own heart, with blood on her lips that just spurted out from her heart and blood vessels.
She still has a breathtaking beauty.
……
"How should I reply?"
In the study, Hastur sat in front of the desk, with a piece of letter paper placed on his right side.
This is a banquet invitation from Mrs. Germani.
Originally, Hastur had always directly refused invitations to such banquets.
Especially since I had just witnessed the chaos of Mrs. Germani's family last time, I didn't want to attend this banquet even more.
But this time, Mrs. Germani wrote a lot in the letter, and she was sincere, saying that she wanted to explain to her face to face what happened that night.
Hastur didn't care about that.
It is also believed that if Hasta does not come to the banquet this time, she will come directly to visit.
If you avoid seeing her, she will come every day.
This is a useful threat.
But he still doesn't plan to go to the banquet. If Mrs. Gemani really doesn't care about face and keeps coming to visit, he can temporarily go to the suburban manor to relax.
I just happened to take the hound trained by Gray Lint to see how its actual hunting ability is and whether it can catch the eye of Earl Hall.
After thinking for a while, Hasta began to write on the letter paper: "I originally thought that Mrs. Germani was a person with a very moral bottom line, different from other aristocratic ladies who only knew how to pursue love and carnality."
"I didn't expect that you are gradually turning into a hateful woman. Even across the letter, your desires, your greed, and your imperfect image are clearly visible on the paper."
"I hope you can abandon your useless fantasies and actively embrace a new life..."
Hasta wrote a few more lines in the end. In total, this was the longest reply he had ever written to Mrs. Germani.
Ask Butler Neil to send this letter to Mrs. Germani, and Hasta will forget about this matter.
Now, holding a pen, he had a strong desire to write, and by the way, he wrote "Pinocchio" that Miss Sharon liked to read.
After writing eight or nine sheets of paper, which was enough for two times, Hastur stopped writing, put away the draft, and took out a new stack of white paper.
He planned to forge another batch of Russell's diaries to sell to Audrey.
During the recent period, Audrey didn't seem to have gained much in searching for Russell's diary.
She has asked him twice if there is a new Russell diary here, and hinted that she would increase the purchase price.
Although Hasta already has a lot of wealth, he
After acquiring the lands of the Earl, the remaining money at his disposal was not much.
I need to make some money to fill my own coffers.