Chapter 192: How to imitate Roselle'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 streets. I can only occasionally catch a glimpse of homeless people asking for warmth.
After running a long distance, Leonard regained his composure and started running 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 ran. It wasn't until he came to 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 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 so ashamed that 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 a 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 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 his own, sooner or later he will stumble into 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 did not continue to talk about this topic.
"well……"
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, and her lips are covered with blood 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 on his right hand.
This is a banquet invitation from Mrs. Germani.
Originally, Hastur had always refused invitations to such banquets outright.
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 this.
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 its actual hunting ability and whether it could 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 long lines at the end. This was the longest reply he had ever written to Lady Germani.
Hasta had Butler Neil ask someone to deliver the letter to Lady Germani, and then he put the matter behind him.
Now, he had a strong desire to write with a pen in hand, and he also wrote "The Adventures of Pinocchio" that Miss Sharon liked to read.
After writing eight or nine pages of paper and writing twice, Hasta stopped writing, put away the story draft, and then took out a new stack of white paper.
He was going to forge another batch of Russell diaries to sell to Audrey.
Recently, Audrey didn't seem to have much success in finding Russell diaries.
She had asked him twice if there were any new Russell diaries here, and hinted that she would raise the purchase price.
Although Hasta already had a lot of wealth, after buying Viscount Abel's land last time, he didn't have much money left.
He just needs to make some money to enrich his own coffers.
Anyway, he has basically reached the point of perfection in imitating Roselle's diary. Except for Roselle himself, outsiders can no longer distinguish the authenticity.
For Roselle's diary, which only needs to be used to make money, Hasta can completely ignore the knowledge density of the content.
On a piece of paper, you can write down Roselle's four romantic affairs, plus a little knowledge of mysticism.
Except for the useful knowledge of mysticism, the other contents are formatted descriptions.
The specific format is as follows: what month and what day, which noble lady, back garden, and subsequent evaluation.
It is a very simple and clear diary format.
Of course, in addition to the love affairs of the noble lady, Hasta is also very kind to prepare some other small desserts for Roselle.
For example, the greed of a certain fat-bellied nobleman for him, the temptation from the witch, the explosive performance of the song and dance troupe, the people who witnessed the first scene, etc.
Anyway, it is probably these few categories. Hasta tries to change the style to avoid making Roselle's private life too monotonous and boring.
As for the source of the revealed mystical knowledge, Mr. Men, Zaratul, the Dusk Hermits, the clergy of the Steam Church, etc. can perform for free.
Since the nearly formulaic format of Roselle's diary, Hasta has become more relaxed and casual in imitating Roselle's diary.
About an hour later, Hasta shook his slightly sore arms and looked at the twenty or so Roselle diaries on the table with satisfaction.
According to the price he sold to Audrey, these Roselle diaries can earn him thousands of gold pounds.
Earning thousands of gold pounds an hour, tens of thousands of gold pounds a day.
He has almost realized his dream of making a fortune.
As for Roselle, whose reputation was affected, and Mr. Fool, who was polluted by this knowledge, Hasta selectively ignored their feelings.
After all, the bright gold pounds were enough to temporarily blind his eyes.
"Thank you for the precious treasure left by Emperor Roselle."
"Thank you Mr. Fool for your pursuit of Roselle's diary."
"Thank you Miss Audrey for her generosity and her good financial situation now."
Hasta thanked silently in his heart, and then put the twenty or so Roselle diaries separately into the drawer.
Now, he only needs to wait for Audrey to come to buy them, and he can earn a lot of labor fees.
"Knowledge is wealth."
Hasta sighed, got up and left the study, went to the room next door, and picked up Azshara who was ready to pounce.
"Azshara, have you been greedy again recently?"
"Meow."
"It's good that you admit it. You don't have any objection to halving the cat food at night?"
"Meow?"
"Okay, I know you don't have any objection, so we will happily implement this decision in the future."
"Meow?!"
"You said you firmly support the decision to halve the cat food? Azshara, you are getting more and more righteous, and you know how to save money for the family."
"Meow..."
Azshara finally made only a weak meow.