Chapter 224 Azshara: The cat will never bow its head unless it is a dried fish

Chapter 224 Azshara: The cat will never bow its head unless it is a dried fish

Wednesday, December 1, 1349.

This year's temperature seems to be much colder than in previous years, with ice forming in many places in Backlund.

In the early morning, snowflakes would occasionally fall, and many nobles in Backlund started a trend of enjoying the snowflakes in the early morning.

When the sky is just getting bright and the crimson moon has not completely disappeared, I can make a cup of good tea and sit on the balcony of my big house, sipping tea and admiring the scattered light snow.

"Phew, it's really a bit cold today."

Maric held up the hot tea in front of him with one hand to warm his somewhat cold palms, and then drank another glass of wine.

As a living corpse, it is impossible for him to react to this kind of cold. But according to him, he is still a human being, a body of flesh and blood, not an unconscious living corpse.

At this point, Hastur agreed with his idea.

That's what acting out extraordinary sequences is all about. Always remember that you're just acting.

Hastur looked at the light snow falling in the slightly bright sky, took a breath, and drank a cup of hot tea that warmed his stomach, feeling much more comfortable.

This Backlund fashion trend of enjoying the snow in the dim light was caused by him.

Perhaps the news that he was going to South Wales was known to Gleick and Hibbert. The two of them often invited him out to drink and have fun, and Hastur did not refuse.

It just happened more than once, and he felt it was boring, so he specially invited Greg and Hibbert to have tea and enjoy the snow at this moment when the sky was bright.

Unexpectedly, as a result, a so-called fashion trend gradually set off in the aristocratic circle, and it was claimed that this was an enjoyment only for the aristocrats.

"You really enjoy it."

Sharon, who was sitting opposite Hastur, glanced at Hastur with a somewhat complicated look.

At this moment, Hastur was lying on his side on a specially customized soft couch, covered with luxurious and precious white tiger fur, and covered with an exquisite embroidered blanket sewn by hand.

On his chest, Azshara was sleeping soundly on the blanket.

"It's time to enjoy it. After all, if you leave Backlund in the future, you probably won't have such good material conditions."

Hastur answered Sharon's question while caressing Azshara's head.

More than a month has passed since he was promoted to Sequence 6 Corrupted Baron. During this month, except for invitations from people like Greg, Hibbert, and Gray Lint, he rarely went out.

I basically stay at home every day and do something luxurious and a little decadent.

He is still exploring ways to spend money to enjoy himself, and looking for ways to play the role of the Corrupted Baron faster.

When it comes to corruption, it is generally inseparable from material enjoyment such as eating, drinking and having fun. Of course, it can also be played from the spiritual aspect.

The corrupted and fallen mind is also very suitable for this sequence of performances.

"Come and taste this red bean in the snow jointly made by three pastry masters."

Hasta warmly entertained Maric and Sharon to taste the delicious food. He also reached out and took a piece of red and white, exquisite pastry and put it into his mouth.

If Sharon and Maric weren't here, Hastur would have asked the maids to take turns bringing him food. All he had to do was open his mouth, close his eyes slightly, and enjoy it slowly.

During this period, he followed Greg and the others and saw the luxurious life of many nobles. His level of enjoyment was completely incomparable with others.

"Hasta, you have fallen!"

Maric ate ​​the dessert and made an angry and regretful sound.

"Yes, I think about it. In this life, one should enjoy more while he is young. Mari Qiqi, think about it, when your hair turns white and your teeth fall out when you are old, will you still have the ability to enjoy a good life?"

"...You are lying."

"There is no truer truth in the world than this. Carpe diem is also a way of life."

"Alas, Hastur, you were not like this before."

While Maric sighed, he drank another bottle of fine wine worth ten gold pounds and six soles.

Sharon's eyes flickered, but she didn't say anything more about Hastur's behavior.

She just couldn't believe it. If she remembered correctly, when she first met Hastur, he was just promoted to Sequence 8 Barbarian, right?

Has he been promoted again in half a year?

This speed was very fast, almost catching up with her, which made her feel a little nervous.

"Miss Sharon, when I leave Backlund and head to the territory of South Wales, would you like to go with me to enjoy the southern sea view?"

Hastur's sudden words made Sharon's heart flutter slightly, but she still had a calm expression on her face.

"At this stage, I will not leave Backlund."

"Well, that's a pity. I still want to experience a truly extraordinary adventure with you outside."

Sharon moved her thin lips slightly, stopped what she wanted to say, looked at the sky outside the balcony with her blue eyes, and said calmly: "The outside world is very dangerous, and Backlund is the only place we have."

"Backlund is not necessarily that safe."

Hasta said with emotion, then stopped the topic and said, "It seems that I have to seize the time to write a few interesting stories during this period, so that I can leave it to Miss Sharon to relieve her boredom."

Sharon originally wanted to say that it was very convenient to have a messenger, but in the end she didn't say anything, and just looked at the light snow outside that was about to end.

It's not the coldest time for Backlund yet. It won't be the coldest season for Backlund until the end of January next year.

But in previous years, the coldest time in Backlund was around the current temperature, which means that January next year may set a new record for the coldest in Backlund.

"I'm still looking forward to the heavy snowfall in Backlund. It should be much more beautiful than now. With just a little snow, it's difficult to even wet people's clothes." Maric interjected.

Hasta said with a smile: "Perhaps this will be the warmest winter in Backlund's future."

"No way?"

"I feel the same way." Sharon also spoke.

"Prepare some coats and food, or you may starve to death later."

Hastur said this in a joking tone.

"Oh, I am a living corpse. It is impossible for me to die of cold. It is a nobleman like you who is not diligent in his limbs, who is most likely to end up like this."

"South Wales is much warmer than Backlund. I'm going to avoid the cold this time."

The three of Hastur chatted for more than half an hour. The scorching sun had begun to rise, and the light snow in the sky was melted into small water droplets by the sunlight.

Maric and Sharon left, and Azshara also woke up from her deep sleep, licked the palm of Hastur's hand, and began to meow in a pleasing manner.

"Aisshara, would you like to have some new sets of clothes tailor-made for you?"

"Meow!" Azshara firmly opposed this suggestion!

"Don't be so repellent. The weather will get colder and colder in the future, and your fur isn't enough to keep you warm."

"Meow!"

It, Azshara, will not compromise on this issue easily!

If this happens the first time, it will definitely happen a second time!

"I can reward you with your favorite dried fish, which is the small whitebait from the northernmost sea of ​​the Fosac Empire."

"Meow?"

"The quantity is very small. If you don't buy it early, you won't be able to taste it when the sea water freezes and the production of small whitebait drops sharply."

"Meow."

Azshara lowered her head and raised her head high. Sometimes it is worth paying a little price for delicious food.

In this regard, Hastur thought of the orcs in Warcraft.

Orcs will never be slaves unless they have food and shelter.

Azshara's situation should be like this: Cat people will never bow their heads unless they are presented with dried fish.

…

In a relatively secluded royal estate in Queens, there was a closed room with dim lights and only two figures standing face to face.

Mr. A said slowly: "Don't you understand? We, Jiguang, will not participate in your operation this time."

"This is what we agreed on before. I want to know why you suddenly went back on your word."

Standing opposite Mr. A is Panatia, known as the Nightingale of Despair from the Witch Sect.

"We in the Aurora Society do not need to explain to you the reasons for our actions. In short, whether you are willing or unwilling to cancel the previous plan, we, the Aurora Society, will not be involved in this matter."

Even when facing the Sequence 4 Desperate Witch, Mr. A's tone was neither humble nor arrogant, and he didn't care at all about the other party's demigod status.

Panatya sneered and said, "Oh, you, Mr. A, can't decide this matter, right?"

Mr. A just looked at him with pity, as if looking at a clown, and waved his hand: "I have already said what I need to say, and I have no interest in wasting time here with you."

"Is this an oracle from your Lord?"

Panatia seemed to have thought of something and her face changed slightly, but Mr. A didn't give her an answer at all. He opened the window and turned into a gust of wind and flew away from the window.

“Could it really be the latest oracle from the true Creator?”

Panatia was a little unsure. Mr. A's attitude just now was worth her thoughts.

"Forget it, let's leave this matter to the Lady White Saint to decide."

Panadia walked out of the room and went to the second floor of the manor, to a room at the end of the corridor on the right.

In the room, sitting in front of the dressing table by the window, was a girl who looked innocent, cute, gentle and sweet.

She has smooth black hair, a round face, and slender eyes. Her facial features are not very outstanding, but when combined, they give people a very comfortable and reassuring feeling.

Panatia glanced at the ring on the girl's finger and said with a smile: "Triss, you were very good today. You didn't even run away while I was chatting with others."

The girl named Triss didn't speak, she just looked at the increasingly unfamiliar face in the mirror.

Obviously that person was herself, but she just felt strange, as if it was another person with the same appearance as herself.