Mystery: The Stars Returner

The Archduke of Southwell is a middle-aged nobleman who is very imaginable. His waist is three times larger than that of an ordinary middle-aged nobleman. What about his neck? That can only be found by digging through a pile of compost meat.

Judging from the curve related to obesity and wealth, the Archduke of South Wales is undoubtedly very wealthy.

Only a life where he didn't need to work, but only had to lie down and be taken care of, could he develop such a fat body. God knows how his stubby legs could support such an overloaded weight.

It really makes people worry about him, what kind of disaster it will be if one day his upper body collapses.

This was all the impression Hastur had when he saw the Archduke of Southwell for the first time.

Starting from his castle, he arrived at the center of the city, then took a steam train, and changed trains twice before he successfully arrived at the villa of the Archduke of Southwell on the day of the dinner.

It is said that it is a villa, but in fact it is more like a group of connected buildings. It is majestic and resplendent, and is filled with the smell of money and power.

At first, Hastur's arrival did not attract many people's attention. After all, according to the correlation curve between obesity and wealth status, Hastur was absolutely poor and abject.

It wasn't until the Grand Duke of Southwell asked Hastur to search for Hastur in public that he stood in the spotlight.

It was inevitable to cause exclamations. After all, it was impossible for such a young earl to appear in South Wales.

Hastur sent a few words of blessing, and was then invited by the Archduke of Southwell, along with a member of the royal family who also came from Backlund.

After being introduced, Hastur learned that the person responsible for monitoring him was sent by the former Archduke of Southwell.

Well, all this information came from his own mouth, arrogantly, and not shy at all. The current Archduke of Southwell stood beside him with a smile.

The intention of setting up such a battle was obvious, and it was also something that had been expected.

But what makes Hastur curious is that with such targeting of him, isn't he afraid that he won't be able to return to Backlund?

As the Archduke of Southwell revealed in his words, this place is far away from Backlund and has its own set of rules.

Hastur agreed with this statement. South Wales was indeed more suitable for another set of rules, so he silently put this royal member who was praised for a few words and started to give advice after drinking a few drinks on the blacklist.

After a brief reprimand from the royal member and the push from the Grand Duke of Southwell, Hastur was temporarily free.

He habitually tastes local desserts... and will never take a second bite, they are so sweet.

Holding the wine glass, he stood slightly away from the crowd, observed these cronies of the Archduke of Southwell, and matched their images one by one with the information Caius gave him.

For example, this is the mayor of a certain city, that is the person in charge of a certain port, and that person is in charge of which region.

It has to be said that the Grand Duke of Southwell is very proud. For his son's 20th birthday, he invited about two-thirds of the powerful nobles in Southwell County.

At this time, we need to quote Russell's famous saying: "Seeing him building a Zhulou, watching him entertaining guests, watching his building collapse."

After the dinner, the Archduke of Southwell sent someone to invite Hastur to participate in the second game, but Hastur refused directly with the excuse that he was too drunk.

Then he was sent to the rest room specially prepared for him by the people of the Archduke of Southwell.

This room is very large, with a luxurious layout and decoration, and a dazzling array of collections. There is no fear of being stolen or knocked over.

What impressed Hastur deeply was that there was a blood-red ball on the top of the bookshelf, as big as a globe. There was also a blood-red ball in the decoration next to the chandelier.

Hastur became curious and patiently searched around. In some secluded corners, he found three more, for a total of five blood-red balls.

Looking closely, this thing looks like it is carved from red coral, but the color is too bright red, and it smells strange, not bloody, but quite nice.

"Azshara, be careful tonight."

Hastur assigned Azshara a patrol mission, and then he lay down on the big bed. Half an hour after lying down, the door was gently opened. Two young girls, similar in appearance, were about seventeen or eighteen years old. At that age, she didn't dress up much, just barefoot, with her long hair slightly disheveled, and simply wearing a set of nightgowns, one was red, and the other was also red.

A pair of eyes like a deer in the deep forest, simple, clean and charming.

"Meow!"

Azshara jumped down from the bookshelf and landed on the desk, staring at the two girls who suddenly approached with an unkind look on her face.

"Ah...it's a cat."

"So cute and chubby."

The two girls were startled by Azshara's sudden appearance, but they were quickly attracted by Azshara's appearance.

"who!"

Hastur naturally would not fall asleep in such an environment, so he woke up from the bed using Azshara's meow as an excuse.

When the two girls saw Hastur for the first time, their initial reluctance quickly turned to shyness. They lowered their heads slightly to explain their purpose of coming, and from time to time they secretly looked at Hastur, who was also wearing pajamas.

Naturally, they were arranged by the Archduke of Southwell, who nominally wanted them to serve his drunken self, but secretly asked them to take him down.

Hastur understood the Grand Duke Southwell's plan from their simple words.

This is an attempt to find one's own weaknesses and corrode oneself from the inside.

Hastur waved them away, saying that he did not need the two of them to serve him.

The two of them knelt down, and soon, Hastur was completely defenseless.

"Dear Sir, if we leave this room tonight, we will be sold to the Southern Continent, and our relatives at home will also suffer misfortune. I beg you not to kick us out, at least let us stay until tomorrow." Two people. The man spoke with red eyes and tears.

After some inquiries, Hastur learned that the Grand Duke of South Wales often looked for suitable young girls, especially those who were beautiful and in good shape, and then rated them according to their rarity like commodities.

It is roughly divided into four grades: red rose, lilac, pink camellia, and white narcissus.

On weekdays, the Grand Duke of Southwell does not need them to do anything, and will even support their family life, so that they can have enough food and clothing, and get rid of the life of manual labor for money.

The original words of the Archduke of Southwell were: "Girls with rough and shriveled skin are like flowers that are about to wither. How can anyone put such flowers on the bedside? Only with careful care can they bloom with the charming charm they should have." .”

When necessary, the Grand Duke of Southwell will dispatch girls of different levels to serve the guests according to their importance.

The two of them had been targeted by the Archduke of Southwell since they were fourteen years old and had raised them for three years before sending them out to serve others.

Originally, based on their looks and figures, they could only be rated as the second-class Pink Camellia, but because they are biological sisters and have similar looks, they were rated as the highest-class White Narcissus.

"..."

Hastur was silent for a while, and it was only now that he truly understood the tip of the iceberg of the power of the Grand Duke of Southwell.

Since ancient times, if you want to bribe someone, in addition to favors, you have to use means such as wine, sex, and wealth.

The Archduke of South Wales cultivated a group of girls for use to bribe and bribe the nobles here. It can be seen that his tentacles and interests have spread to every corner of South Wales.

The term "Tu Emperor" is specially tailored for people like him.

It is conceivable that under the thought of Archduke Nanweil, how many families will be destroyed because of this. Hasta does not believe that people like Archduke Nanweil ​​will have any kind methods towards those who are disobedient.

Although there are some nobles in Backlund who enjoy extreme luxury, they will not bring this kind of thing to the table after all, and even openly despise such behavior.

Even George III, who needed slaves to secretly build his mausoleum, did so by launching people like Capin to bear all the black reputation of the slave trade.

"You guys can make a bunk on the ground yourself."

Hastur placed a set of quilts on the bed on the ground, indicating that they could lay down the quilts and rest.

The two girls were frightened by this move and burst into tears, but they did not dare to say no, so they had to stand up and start to spread the quilt, lying on their sides to rest, revealing their beautiful looks and slim figures.

Unfortunately, Hastur was lying on the bed and couldn't see this scene at all.

As time goes by, the aroma in the room seems to be more obvious and smells better.

"Um……"

This made Hastur, who felt a little hot, realize that there was something wrong with the aroma. He had come into contact with many medicines from Gray Lint, including something in this area, but he did not use it to study it. He just asked Gray to Lint enjoyed it by himself.

Apparently the Archduke of Southwell had laid out a set of traps waiting for him.

If she had a one-night romance, she would really have a weakness in his hands.

Hastur got up and got out of bed, and found the five blood-red balls. The increasingly rich aroma was emanating from the inside of the balls.

Move these five balls to the table by the window, open the window, and let the wind take the fragrance out of the room.

The aroma in the room gradually dispersed.

"Meow?"

Azshara looked around curiously with her eyes wide open. Hastur hugged it, covered its eyes, looked back, tut, and brought another set of quilts to cover them.

"Do you see the trick?"

Hastur took out a mirror from his arms and placed it on the table on the other side.

Sharon appeared from the mirror, "Have you ever heard of the Celestial Sect?"