Chapter 275 Hastur: Don't try to catch my weakness
Grand Duke of Nanwell is a middle-aged nobleman who lives up to expectations. His waistline is three times larger than that of an ordinary middle-aged nobleman. Neck? That can only be found by digging through a pile of fat.
According to the curve of obesity and wealth, Grand Duke of Nanwell is undoubtedly very rich.
Only a life without labor, just lying down and being served by others can raise such a fat body. God knows how his short and thick legs support such an overloaded weight.
It really makes people worry about him. If one day his upper body collapses, what kind of disaster it will be.
This is all the impressions Hasta had when he saw Grand Duke of Nanwell for the first time.
Starting from his own castle, arriving at the city center, then taking a steam train, and changing trains twice, he successfully arrived at Grand Duke of Nanwell's villa on the day of the dinner.
It is called a villa, but it is actually more like a group of buildings connected together, magnificent, magnificent, and full of the taste of money and power.
At first, Hasta's arrival did not attract many people's attention. After all, according to the curve of obesity and wealth status, Hasta is absolutely poor and downtrodden.
It was not until Grand Duke Nanweier publicly asked people to look for Hastur that he stood in the spotlight.
It was inevitable that he would be surprised, after all, it was impossible for such a young earl to appear in Nanweier County.
Hastur gave a few words of blessing, and then was invited by Grand Duke Nanweier, accompanied by the royal family member who was also from Backlund.
After the introduction, Hastur learned that the person in charge of monitoring him was sent by the former Grand Duke Nanweier.
Well, all this information came from his own mouth, arrogant and not shy at all, and the current Grand Duke Nanweier stood by with a smile.
The intention of putting up such a scene was obvious, and it was also expected.
But what made Hastur curious was that he was targeting himself so much, wasn't he afraid that he would not be able to return to Backlund?
As Grand Duke Nanweier hinted in his words, this place is far away from Backlund and has a set of rules that belong to it.
Hasta agreed with this statement. Southwell County was indeed more suitable for another set of rules, so he silently put the royal family member who was flattered a few times and started to point fingers after drinking a little wine on the blacklist.
After a brief reprimand from the royal family member and the instigation of the Grand Duke of Southwell, Hasta was temporarily free.
He habitually tasted the local desserts... and would never take a second bite, they were too sweet.
Holding a wine glass, standing slightly away from the crowd, he observed these confidants of the Grand Duke of Southwell and matched their images with the information Caius gave him one by one.
For example, this is the mayor of a certain city, that is the person in charge of a certain port, and that is the person who manages which region.
It must be said that the Grand Duke of Southwell has a lot of face. For his son's 20th birthday, he invited about two-thirds of the powerful nobles in Southwell County.
At this time, we need to bring out Roselle's famous saying: "I watched him build a red building, I watched him entertain guests, and I watched his building collapse."
After the dinner, Grand Duke Nanwell sent someone to invite Hasta to participate in the second game, but Hasta directly declined with the excuse that he was not good at drinking.
Then he was sent to the rest room specially prepared for him by Grand Duke Nanwell's people.
This room is very large, and the layout and decoration are all luxurious styles. There are all kinds of collections, and there is no fear of being stolen or knocked over.
What impressed Hasta the most was that there was a blood-red ball at the top of the bookshelf, which was as big as a globe. There was also a blood-red ball in the decorations next to the chandelier.
Hasta was curious and patiently searched around. In some secluded corners, he found three more, a total of five blood-red balls.
Looking closely, this thing seemed to be carved from red coral, but the color was too bright red, and it smelled a strange fragrance, not bloody, but quite good.
"Azshara, be alert tonight."
Hasta gave Azshara a patrol mission, and then he lay on the big bed. Half an hour later, the door was gently opened. Two young girls, with similar looks, were about 17 or 18 years old. They were not dressed up too much, just barefoot, with long hair slightly loose, and simply wearing a set of nightgowns, one in red and the other in red.
A pair of eyes were 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 a bad face.
"Ah... It's a cat."
"So cute, round."
The two girls were startled by Azshara who suddenly jumped out, but they were soon attracted by Azshara's appearance.
"Who is it!"
Hasta naturally would not sleep soundly in such an environment, and woke up from the bed with Azshara's meow as an excuse.
The first time the two girls saw Hasta, their reluctance quickly turned into shyness. They lowered their heads slightly, explained their purpose, and secretly looked at Hasta, who was also wearing pajamas.
They were naturally arranged by Grand Duke Nanwell. In name, he wanted them to serve him when he was drunk, but secretly asked them to take him down.
Hasta understood Grand Duke Nanwell's plan from their simple words.
This was to find his weakness and corrupt him from the inside.
Hasta waved his hand to let them leave, saying that he did not need their service.
The two of them knelt down, and soon, Hasta was not on guard at all.
"Dear sir, if we leave this room tonight, we will be sold to the southern continent, and our family members will suffer misfortune. I beg you not to drive us out, at least let us stay until tomorrow." The two said with red eyes and tears.
After some inquiries, Hasta learned that the Grand Duke of Nanweier often looked for suitable young girls, especially those who were beautiful and had good figures, and then rated them according to their rarity like commodities.
It was roughly divided into four levels: red rose, lilac, pink camellia, and white daffodil.
On weekdays, the Grand Duke of Nanweier did not need them to do anything, and even helped their family life, so that they had no worries about food and clothing, and got rid of the life of manual labor for money.
The original words of the Grand Duke of Southwell were: "Girls with rough skin and dry skin are like flowers that are about to wither and turn yellow. Who would put such flowers on the bedside? Only by careful care can they bloom with the charming charm they should have when they bloom."
When there is a need, the Grand Duke of Southwell will send girls of different levels to serve the guests according to the importance of the guests.
The two of them have been targeted by the Grand Duke of Southwell since they were fourteen years old. They have been raised for three years and only sent out to serve people today.
Originally, with their beauty and figure, they could only be rated as the second-class pink camellia, but because they are sisters and look similar, they were rated as the highest-class white daffodil.
"..."
Hasta was silent for a while. It was not until now that he really understood the tip of the iceberg of the power of the Grand Duke of Southwell.
Since ancient times, in order to bribe a person, in addition to favors, there are means such as wine, sex, money and anger.
The Grand Duke of Southwell has trained a group of girls to be used to bribe and buy off the nobles here. It can be seen that his tentacles and interests have spread to every corner of Southwell County.
The term "local tyrant" is tailor-made for people like him.
It is conceivable that under the thought of Grand Duke Nanwell, many families will be destroyed. Hasta does not believe that people like Grand Duke Nanwell will have any kind means for those who are disobedient.
Although there are people in Backlund who enjoy extreme luxury, they will never bring such things to the table, and even despise such behavior on the surface.
Even George III needed slaves to build a mausoleum secretly, and he also introduced people like Kapin to bear all the black names of slave trafficking.
"You can make a bed on the floor by yourself."
Hasta put a set of bedding on the bed on the ground, indicating that they could spread the quilt and rest.
The two girls were frightened by this move, tears in their eyes, but they did not dare to say no, so they had to get up and start to spread the bedding, lying on their sides to rest, revealing their beautiful faces and slim figures.
Unfortunately, Hasta was lying on the bed and could not see this scene at all.
As time passed, the fragrance in the room seemed to be more obvious and more pleasant.
"Hmm..."
Hasta, who felt a little hot, realized that there was something wrong with the fragrance. He had come into contact with many medicines from Grallint, including this kind of thing, but he did not study it, but just let Grallint enjoy it alone.
It is obvious that the Grand Duke of Southwell has set up a series of traps for him.
If he had a night of romance, he would really have a soft spot in his hands.
Hasta got up from the bed and found the five blood-red balls. The increasingly strong fragrance was emitted from the inside of the balls.
Move the five balls to the table by the window, open the window, and let the wind take the fragrance in the room out.
The fragrance in the room gradually dissipated.
"Meow?"
Azshara stared curiously, Hasta hugged it, covered its eyes, looked back, and took another set of bedding to cover them.
"Do you see what it is?"
Hasta took a mirror from his arms and put it on the table on the other side.
Sharon emerged from the mirror. "Have you heard of the Celestial Cult?"