The cold-faced earl doesn't want to trigger the plot

It wasn't until she walked out of the mansion that the baron's daughter realized that it was weird.

If it is an ordinary mansion, everything in that mansion seems to be receiving guests.And if it was a restaurant, the other party didn't charge her a single cent from the beginning to the end.

After that, the baron's daughter couldn't remember how she left.However, when she wanted to have that dreamlike experience again, she couldn't find where the strange mansion was...

At that time, Brenda was fascinated by the vivid and vivid speech of the baron's daughter.However, she didn't take these words too seriously.After all, the young ladies of the nobility, who like to fantasize and even write some biographical novels, are not alone.

But now, the words "Nightingale Qin" kept reverberating in his mind.

"It's the piano!"

Brenda spoke suddenly,

"The title of this photo is from the violin that the Earl is playing, called 'Nightingale Violin'!"

After uttering these words out of nowhere, Brenda felt a strong sense of superiority when she saw the dazed expressions of many people.

It's such a joy to know things that others don't.

With such thoughts in mind, Brenda continued to stare at the photo of "Nightingale".

If the words of the baron daughter who told the story the day before were true.

Does it mean that she strayed into Lord Earl's mansion.And the Earl entertained her generously, and let her hear his playing?

For a moment, Brenda suddenly felt her heart beating fast.

She decided.

Not only did she want to buy this photo, but she also wanted to find the mansion where the Earl lived!

If I remember correctly, the baron's daughter said that it seems to be on the edge of Beicheng District.

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While Brenda, the Viscount's daughter, was thinking about a series of things in her mind, there was also a young woman not far away who was seriously watching "Nightingale".

This person is the staff of the Shawite Noble Theater and the tentative successor of the historic Lizman Musical Instrument Store, Jackie Lizman.

Holding a large camera in her hand, Jackie snapped at the photo from a distance for a while, acting like a nesting doll of taking photos.

After photographing for a while, she began to whisper softly.

"It turns out that the nightingale piano is with the Earl. No wonder, father is unwilling to say anything..."

Jackie smiled, put down the camera, took out a notebook, and wrote on it for a while.

"Sure enough, the search for the 'artifact' will not be so smooth. So, next... where will the dragon's castle that hides the 'artifact' be?"

Jackie closed the notebook.

"I always feel that it's getting more and more interesting."

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After the day's photo exhibition ended, a middle-aged lady walked into a small black carriage parked around the exhibition hall.

After entering the carriage, the figure of the middle-aged lady began to change magically, and finally turned into a young girl.

In the carriage, Lysa let out a long sigh.

"Lily, can we go back today?"

"Not yet, Sister Lysa. We still have two dinner parties on our itinerary."

Lily 99 poked out half of her body from Lysa's pocket and said.

"Dinner? Or two?"

Lysa collapsed in the carriage, howling.

In the past few days, Lysa has been disguised as various nobles, wandering around tea parties, banquets, photo exhibitions and other places where nobles gather, spreading a lot of rumors about unnamed restaurants.

"I said Lily, isn't the Earl going too far? I'm too lazy to go to the banquet, so let us go to that kind of place all day long..."

"It's really a bit too much!"

Lily 99 fought against the injustice.

The reason why the two sisters dared to complain to the earl who was terrified in their hearts in the carriage compartment was because there were no outsiders around.

The person driving the carriage outside is the puppet controlled by Lily 99. More precisely, it is the "Master Manette" in disguise.

Lying paralyzed in the carriage for a while, when the carriage was about to reach its destination, Lysa began to disguise herself again.

Speaking of which, Lysa's heart is quite strange these days.

Because, from her perspective in the past, Riber was very mysterious.He seemed to be omniscient as if he could see everything with his eyes.Then, at any time, it is a calm posture as if everything is under control.

Simply put, it is not like a person.

Even if there are occasional "human" emotional overtones, it is also "pursuing excitement because of boredom", which is full of dangerous feelings.

Let a phantom thief spread rumors for the restaurant or something...

Is there a problem with her cognition of Riber, or is there a problem with Riber's cognition of her, thinking that she can only play these roles?

"Ugh..."

Lysa sighed and got out of the carriage.

In short, it is a good thing not to be called to do some dangerous things.

When Lysa's feet hit the ground, her demeanor and demeanor had completely changed into another nobleman who was completely different from before.

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In Riber's mansion.

Riber is saying goodbye to Viscount Artie.

Two days ago, when he decided to save the painter Grofell, Riber obviously thought a little superficially.

Because releasing Grofell means that unless the fraudster can be caught, the royal guards will not be able to explain to the victims.

Those painters were lucky to say that the problem was that among the victims, there was also a Viscount Arti who had a booth for the painting exhibition.

Now that Riber has sheltered Grofell, if he doesn't deal with the problem well, he is likely to leave a grudge in the heart of Viscount Artie.

Although it is hard to say whether this grudge will take root or not, it is always more friends than enemies.

Moreover, after getting a general understanding of Viscount Alti, Riber felt that the entanglement between them might be used to turn it into something beneficial to him.

"Really, can I accept this gift? My lord!"

The Viscount Alti, who was almost middle-aged, stuffed a card into his arms with fiery eyes.It doesn't look like he doesn't know whether he should accept it or not, and he looks full of fear and sincerity.

"Naturally. But, Viscount Artie, this matter..."

"I know, I know! These things are limited in number, so they cannot be spread out at will."

Viscount Alti nodded repeatedly.

Since the Campret family has enough face, Viscount Alti's attitude has always been very good.

In fact, according to the etiquette among nobles, it was Riber who took the initiative to provoke the dispute.Therefore, when Riber apologized, he should visit Viscount Arti instead of inviting him.

But Viscount Alti was already a little flattered by the golden signboard of Campret when he was invited, and naturally he didn't care about whose mansion the meeting was in.

After a few more simple greetings, Riber watched Viscount Artie leave with his eyes.

According to the information, Viscount Alti is a nobleman who loves art very much, and his assets are also extremely rich.

The reason is that Viscount Alti would sell the booth of the painting exhibition, so that he was cheated.The reason for this is that the fraudster guaranteed that he could buy the works of the masters who used his booth to exhibit first.

Moreover, Viscount Alti has another characteristic.It’s just that he is very willing to show off and exhibit his collection, and he has a big mouth.

Therefore, in Riber's eyes, Viscount Alti should become an excellent propaganda tool.

...

Watching Viscount Artie leave and returning to his room, Liber lay down on the bed with his eyes closed.

He didn't know how to describe it.

In short, during the few days of preparing for the opening, the strange muddy feeling began to spread all over his body again.

In the past, accompanied by this muddy feeling, Riber would feel physically and mentally exhausted for a while, even if he didn't do anything.

However, that feeling of fatigue will also subside soon, and it will not last for several days like this time and will not stop.

Moreover, Riber also felt that his emotions were inexplicably irritable, and he was in a state that might explode at any time.And he knew that something was wrong with his mental state, but he was helpless.

If it weren't for the Campret family's complete protection for him, he would have thought that he had been lowered or something like that.

Sometimes, he even feels that there is another self in his body.

This frightened him, who had been transformed into a demon, for fear that one day a "devil of pleasure" would emerge from his body.

He didn't know how to solve this situation, or who to ask for help.

I don't know if there is a psychiatrist in this world, let alone whether the psychiatrist cares about his symptoms...

In order to relax himself, he tried to think about some dispensable things, and after a while, Ribeier fell into a deep sleep.

Night falls.

Passing through the walls of Riber's room, and through the protection of multiple holy objects, a shadow sparrow flew into Riber's room.

After the light black body swayed in the air for a while accompanied by the dim light, Yingque's figure began to gradually enlarge, and began to transform into a female posture.

In the dark.

A woman with long ink-black hair, purple eyes, and a nun's attire stood beside Riber's bed, looking at the sleeping "Camprete" with a smile on her face.

Volume Three: Chapter 180, The Witch's Seduction

Since the appearance of the black-haired woman in a nun's attire.

Before, even in his sleep, Riber frowned tightly, as if he was experiencing pain, his expression gradually calmed down.

Naturally, black-haired women have also discovered this situation.

"Although I really want you to continue to sleep peacefully, unfortunately, my time is limited."

The black-haired woman whispered softly, bringing her face to Riber's ear,

"Please wake up, Camprete. If you don't wake up, you might die—"

Amidst the light voice, Riber suddenly opened his eyes.

Immediately, Riber confirmed that he was in reality, not a dream.

Then, in the next moment, Riber only felt his throat was strangled, as if unable to make a sound.

For, through the violently constricted eyeballs, he saw.

Under the moonlight, the face that had left a strong impression on him.

Nun...Grace.

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In Riber's room.

At this time, the Earl, who could always keep "calm", couldn't help but stare at the person in front of him with a ferocious expression.

Sister Grace, or more accurately, Sister Grace who returned to her youthful appearance after becoming the Pleasure Witch.

Riber didn't know how he straightened up, he didn't even know if he was still breathing, or if his heart was still beating.I could only hear the severe tinnitus resounding all the time.

How can it be?

If it weren't for Riber's throat that still seemed to be blocked, he might have yelled out the scream in his heart.

He should have killed Grace completely!Counting the Pleasure Witch, he killed Grace twice!

"Although we have met before, I didn't introduce myself at that time. So, let me add it now. My current name is 'Camprete'."

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