I'm just acting like a pervert, I'm actually a good prisoner

"Hey, hey! This is an illusion, why is there such a villa on a deserted island?"

The white-haired young man looked incredulous, as if his worldview had been reshaped.

"Even if my family buys an island for vacation, we have to choose a place with a good environment. There is no one here, who has a brain to live here?"

He spoke without controlling the volume, and the servants inside the door heard his words, but the smiles on their faces did not change at all.

Everyone felt goose bumps on their bodies, wondering whether they should leave here immediately.

They wanted to leave not only because the people here were strange, but also because of the name of the villa they just heard, Canibari, which means cannibalism in Latin. Which normal person would use this as the name of the villa?

"Guests, please come in, the host has prepared a sumptuous dinner for you, please enjoy it!"

Seeing them hesitating at the door, one of the old men who looked like a butler spoke gently. He was wearing a tuxedo, and his silver hair was neatly combed behind his head, looking both delicate and elegant.

Hearing that there was something to eat in the villa, the stomachs of the people who had been hungry for almost three days couldn't help but scream, and the saliva in their mouths seemed to urge them to go in quickly.

Hunger attacked their minds, making them ignore the feeling of uneasiness and walk into the door one by one.

As soon as they entered the hall, they saw the huge and eye-catching portrait, which showed a pair of adults and two children, who looked like the owner of the villa.

It stood high above the long staircase, and the eyes of the people in the painting were covered by the shadow of the second floor. The black hole seemed to suck in everything in sight like a whirlpool.

They looked away from the portrait with difficulty, and only then did they realize that the walls around the hall were hung with heavy tapestries. Their colors and patterns faded with the passage of time, but they still exuded a kind of quaint luxury, and each tapestry was painted with iris patterns, like a totem. In the gaps between the tapestries, the original texture of the stone wall below could be seen.

The towering vaulted ceiling is also carved with complex patterns. The central chandelier is made of iron and glass, and the dim light shines down from it, creating a peaceful atmosphere for the entire hall.

The servants led everyone to a long wooden table on one side of the hall. The table was covered with fine linen, and there were several high-backed wooden chairs beside the table, as if waiting for the dinner to begin.

"Where is the owner of the villa? Why don't we see him?"

The first to speak was still the white-haired young man, his name is Phil Chris, the second son of the Chris family.

He has an excellent older brother. As a younger brother without inheritance rights, his life creed is to eat, drink and have fun. When he has no money, he cries to his older brother. If he hadn't been unfortunate enough to be stranded on a deserted island in a shipwreck, he would have lived a very free life.

Seeing the imitation medieval decorations in the villa, he showed a look of disgust on his face.

The silver-haired butler smiled and replied to Phil's question: "Please take a seat, guests. I will go and invite the owner to come over."

While he was speaking, the blonde woman who had already entered the villa had huddled in a chair. She was sitting next to the fireplace. The fireplace burning wood exuded a warm atmosphere, warming up her cold hands and feet.

The other people also sat at the long table in turn. The servant who greeted them at the door just now placed the ceramic tableware and glass wine glasses in front of them one by one.

The man with glasses carefully observed the interior decoration since he entered the door. Seeing that the butler had gone upstairs, he whispered to the servant who was placing the tableware next to him: "Hello, can you tell me the origin of the owner of this house?"

Although his voice was small, the others were nervous at the moment, and they turned their heads when they saw his unusual behavior.

The servant was a brown-haired girl with freckles on her face, looking very innocent and lively.

She tilted her head, her eyes narrowed with laughter: "The master is the master, the greatest master!"

Hearing her words, everyone present looked at each other, and the weird feeling in their hearts became stronger.

At this time, one person suddenly asked tremblingly in silence: "Could it be... this is the villa of the Custer family?"

As soon as the words came out, the servants around turned their heads and looked at the woman like a set machine.

The woman had long black hair, a delicate and pale face, and tears in her eyes because she was stared at. She looked very timid.

She hurriedly explained: "I am a novelist. I just happened to know this family when I was collecting materials. I just saw the iris emblem of the Custer family here... I'm really not a bad person!"

Seeing a weak girl anxiously explaining to a group of weird creatures that she is not a bad person, this scene is weird no matter how you look at it.

"Annie, do you know this villa?The origin of the master?"

The man with glasses asked seriously.

"Well...well, if it's the Custer I know, his family has been in the arms business for generations. During World War I, they sold weapons in several countries. After the war, they were liquidated by various countries. It is rumored that their family fled to a small island and lived in seclusion. After that, we rarely heard about them. I was just guessing, but who knew it was really..."

"Pa! Pa! Pa!"

A round of applause rang out from the stairs.

Everyone looked up and saw the silver-haired butler holding a woman in his hand and slowly walking down the stairs.

"I didn't expect that there are still people who know my Custer family. It's really a pleasure. "

The woman who seemed to be the owner of the villa had thick and smooth blonde hair. She looked only in her twenties, but her amber eyes were like the moonlight in the lake, revealing a mature and mysterious atmosphere.

She wore a tight black dress and white lace gloves on her hands, with an elegant and calm posture.

And there were purple iris patterns on her gloves.

Perhaps they didn't expect that the owner of this strange villa was a beautiful young woman, and the men sitting at the long table were a little restless.

Everyone stood up and greeted the owner politely, and then sat back with the woman.

"My name is Cassandra Custer, you can call me Mrs. Custer. I know you have all kinds of questions, but you must be very hungry after drifting on the sea for many days. Let's not talk nonsense and eat first."

Mrs. Custer slowly took off her gloves, handed them to the butler standing beside her, and then called out a person's name: "Kanibari!"

"Yes, my master. "

Under everyone's attention, the man called Canibari was wearing a white chef's uniform with a delicate lapel and a black leather apron around his waist, outlining his strong waist.

He wore a white tall hat, and under the hat was an oriental face. Even though most Westerners present could not tell the difference between Asians, they had to admit that the chef was handsome.

The chef's cart was filled with large and small plates, and he distributed the food to the guests with a slender hand.

"Today's appetizer is dry-fried foie gras, which is carefully cooked with the freshest ingredients. Please taste it carefully."

The chef introduced today's dishes to the host and guests with a smile on his slightly pale face.

In front of each person was a plate of foie gras the size of a coin, with brown sauce on it. Both the color and the smell were very tempting for the people who had been hungry for several days.