Chapter 736: Gradual Degeneration and Sin

Earl Dawn said with a smile: "I really like playing with young people like you. It makes me feel that I am not old yet."

"You're not old!"

Christina flattered awkwardly.

Earl Dawn laughed heartily: "No, he's already over a hundred years old."

Christina was shocked: "You have already -"

"Oh, maybe you didn't know this? I'm a fifth-level transcendent."

Earl Dawn smiled and said, "But unlike you smart people... I'm from the society. I founded the Rose Society."

"The Society" is an organization of demonologists.

Noticing that the person she had rejected was actually a fifth-level extraordinary person - this made Christina feel scared to the point of almost trembling, but at the same time she felt inexplicably proud and regretful.

She was proud that she was noticed by such a big shot, but she regretted that she had not agreed at that time!

Christina bit her lip, feeling a little aggrieved.

If you had told me earlier, I wouldn't have refused like that...

"However," Earl Dawn placed his hand on her shoulder affectionately, "Although the position of secretary is gone... you still have a chance.

"There must be quite a few girls in your ballet club looking for part-time work, right? Coincidentally, there are quite a few important people visiting my place. I could invite them to perform here... but it's a bit inconvenient for me to contact them."

"I'll contact them!"

Christina blurted out: "I'm quite popular in school, I should be able to get more than 20 people... or more if you need!"

After that, shame and guilt began to surface, followed by a sense of relief and a sense of hopelessness.

She naturally knew what Earl Dawn's hint meant, and she also knew what work she was going to do.

But it's still a job, isn't it?

Compared to a hopeless future where I can't pay back my debts, at least... I can live one more day—

"good."

Earl Dawn patted her shoulder with satisfaction and said, “Don’t leave tonight, Christina.

"Let me admire your beautiful dance alone for a while longer."

"...Yes, Lord Earl."

Christina responded in a low voice and stood obediently behind Earl Dawn.

After all the guests left, Earl Dawn took Christina to the bedroom.

The servants were tactful enough to prepare tea and then leave.

Christina suppressed her shame, nervousness and uneasiness and looked around at the unfamiliar environment.

The place was decorated in deep red, black, and dark gold—Christina knew this was the aesthetic style of the late empire. This color combination and design was very popular among the old-fashioned nobles of Xingti.

And in the corner of the room, there are some strange things.

There was an oriental-style folding screen, an indoor fountain, a fireplace that burned even in the summer, and a soft round bed so large that at least six people could lie side by side - and the strangest and most embarrassing thing for her was the huge mirror facing the bed.

The room was decorated with numerous mirrors, but most were ordinary, full-length mirrors. There were also a few small round mirrors placed alongside large ancient portraits. However, the mirror directly opposite the end of the bed seemed to be twenty or thirty meters long and two or three meters high. It practically "replicated" the entire room, and just staring at it made Christina feel dizzy.

But at this moment.

Earl Dawn suddenly asked, "Is the door closed?"

"What?"

Christina asked subconsciously.

"It's all locked up."

Suddenly, a deep and mature female voice sounded out of nowhere.

And on that huge mirror, the position that originally belonged to Earl Dawn was replaced by a strange woman.

She is the complete opposite of Earl Dawn.

Earl Dawn's hair was black, while the woman's hair was white; his hair was very sparse, while the woman's hair was long to her waist; he was short and had a big belly, while the woman had a great figure, with a height and build like an elf.

And most importantly, her skin is brown, the whites of her eyes are black, and the position of her irises is golden pupils, which are opposite to Earl Dawn's blue eyes.

Apart from that, her clothes were almost identical to Earl Dawn's - just symmetrical and in opposite colors.

"Did anything happen outside today?"

Earl Dawn asked casually, holding Christina and sitting on the bed.

Christina's eyes widened, her body tense. She stared at herself in the mirror, also being held by a woman, and for a moment she felt a strong sense of confusion.

“Yes.”

The woman in the mirror replied, "There was a murder at the White Pigeon Opera House. Viscount Conley was the murderer. He killed several blood servants."

"Oh? What's wrong with him... because of that ritual?"

"It should be."

The woman in the mirror suddenly replied, "Viscount Conley is here to see you. Do you want to see him?"

"Go ahead and let him in."

Earl Dawn thought for a moment, then casually said, "It's just to give his 'parents' some face."

He had just finished speaking when the surface of a full-length mirror suddenly turned black - the color of the night outside.

A blond man, who seemed to have just taken a shower, with moisture still emanating from his body and his hair not completely dry, strode in.

He was wearing a fluffy, fuzzy tan smoking jacket and rushed in with a smell of cigarettes.

At this time, Count Dawn was stripping Christina of her clothes.

She didn't react at first, and even hugged Earl Dawn.

But when she saw a stranger suddenly break into the room, she suddenly resisted fiercely: "No, Lord Earl, wait..."

Snap——

Count Dawn slapped her loudly in the face, and in an instant Christina seemed to have lost power or crashed, and there was no movement.

Viscount Conley only glanced at her and then completely ignored her, as if she were just a decoration in the room.

He just said hurriedly: "My Lord Count—my 'father' is the Count of Leipzig!"

"Hmm? So?"

Earl Dawn said casually.

Because the yellow skirt was too complicated to take off, he impatiently pulled it lightly.

Like countless invisible blades slashing through at once, it instantly turned into rags. The pale yellow fabric scattered like butterflies, but Christina remained motionless, as if her soul had been taken away.

"Even if you want to hold a grand ceremony, you should at least avoid me!"

Viscount Conlai's words were very aggressive.

His eyes burned with fearless anger: "Although my 'father' is not in Leipzig for the time being, this is no excuse for you to play around with his city—"

"Oh, so?"

Earl Dawn still didn't react.

He simply looked up at Viscount Conley arrogantly, his eyes filled with undisguised sneer and disdain: "Even your 'father' wouldn't dare speak to me like that."

"I was protecting Leipzig for him, and you were destroying Leipzig."

"Your way of defending Leipzig is to kill people in public? Respect our rules of the game, young man."

"That's not because you—"

Viscount Conlai's voice grew louder, and the anger in his eyes grew more intense.

——Snap.

Earl Dawn suddenly snapped his fingers.

In an instant, Viscount Kanglai's figure suddenly disappeared.

He was trapped in the mirror he came from, and then he was tied up in the mirror and hung upside down from the ceiling.

At this time, Earl Dawn slowly said, "First, it really wasn't me. The 'rage'-related ceremony outside is too ostentatious and not my style.

"I'm busy with my ritual... Look, fine fallen soul."

As he spoke, Earl Dawn pinched Christina's chin and said, "This is the ceremony I prepared."

Her eyes were lifeless, and she looked like a puppet—the slap just now had knocked her soul right out of her body.

If you use your spiritual vision, you can see that there are many women's souls piled on the bed. They are imprisoned on the bed, and their transparent lavender bodies are shouting silently.

Under the huge round bed, there was actually a ritual formation that sealed the soul!

“Secondly, I was busy preparing for my ceremony because your father and his foolish father wanted to deal with me.

"Third... who gave you permission to talk to me like that?"

In an instant, Viscount Conlai in the mirror was torn apart by countless invisible blades, and then he turned into ashes, reassembled, and was torn apart again.

——At this moment, the woman in the mirror suddenly said, "Someone is coming outside, saying they've brought a gift from Count Leipzig..."

"……oh?"

Earl Dawn paused, a little surprised: "So fast? Is it a coincidence?

"...Forget it, let's just give him some face. There's no need to tear each other apart."

He stopped his continuous efforts to kill Viscount Conley and threw the soulless Christina onto the bed like scraps. "Bring the gift in first, let me see—by the way, what is the gift?"

"It's an ice sculpture of a girl shining with colorful rainbow lights. I think it's okay. It's quite artistic. I haven't seen it before."

"Haven't you seen it before? It's quite interesting. Bring it in and let me take a look."

Earl Dawn became interested.

Update completed!

(End of this chapter)