Chapter 207 The Last Witch (12)
In the study of the lord of the manor.
Viscount Santa Cruz was leaning back on the sofa, holding a glass of red wine in his hand. Four butlers stood in a row in front of him, reporting to him on their work.
He is already in his 50s.
Since he was born, he has lived in this ancient manor inherited from his father. He married a wife of equally prominent family background, had several children, and kept a bunch of mistresses outside.
Daily life includes eating delicacies from land and sea, attending high-class parties, hunting in the mountains behind home, and enjoying concerts...
Typical old aristocratic style.
He considered himself elegant, educated, and different from others. He looked down on others with the same arrogance as if he were standing on a cloud looking down at the ants below.
Viscount Santa Cruz drank his wine, listened to the report casually, and glanced at everyone.
He frowned slightly and asked, "Why is there one person missing...Where is Walter?"
The chief steward, who has the highest status in the house, stepped forward and replied: "Walter suddenly fell ill in the middle of the night last night and is still in a coma and can't get up."
Viscount Santa Cruz put down his glass.
"Why are you sick now? The prince and the earl will arrive in about 20 days. What are the arrangements for the gypsy women? I was going to ask him today."
Facing the lord's dissatisfaction, the Grand Steward promptly intervened, "Your Excellency, the following is true: a widow recently arrived at the vineyard warehouse, claiming to specialize in caring for gypsy women... Strangely enough, ever since her arrival, the guards and Walter have mysteriously fallen ill one after another."
"You mean that woman is unknown? If that's the case, just get rid of her."
"I don't think it's that simple. This widow must have some special skills. I heard from Walter that she can control the gypsy women so well that no one dares to escape..."
After the Grand Steward finished speaking, Viscount Santa Cruz tapped the marble table with his fingers, as if thinking about something.
"Do you suspect that the peasant woman of witchcraft?"
"Everything is just my guess."
"It doesn't matter. If anyone dares to practice witchcraft in my manor, they will be courting death."
The Viscount stood up, walked to the bright French window, and gave orders.
"Don't disturb the gypsy woman. Go and take the widow away and let the wizard see her."
He kept a male wizard in his manor who claimed to have psychic powers.
The Viscount did not rely heavily on this wizard.
It's simply because I have money but nowhere to spend it, so I keep it for fun.
Raising a wizard is actually a serious violation of the doctrine and is said to be punished by God.
But the Viscount was not afraid and did not care about this.
God is illusory, and Viscount Santa Cruz cares more about the real power he can hold in his hands.
He actively participated in church activities and donated a large amount of money to the church every year just to consolidate his ruling position.
To put it bluntly, the relationship between the Santa Cruz family and the church is one of mutual exploitation.
…
As soon as the lord's order was given, the guards rushed to the vineyard warehouse to take Shisui away.
When the gypsy women saw this scene, they screamed and formed a human wall to protect Shisui behind them.
They already regarded her as a leader.
Tokisui felt both touched and helpless.
She soothed me kindly, "But you've all seen what I'm capable of. All your worries are unnecessary. Just wait for me to come back."
In fact, it was Tokiho who was worried.
She was worried that these restless girls might do something rash... If they were caught while trying to escape, they would be beaten at best, or even lose their lives.
So she used her spiritual power to play another trick.
Shi Sui clapped her hands, and the water in one of the buckets in the warehouse turned into fragrant wine.
The Gypsies are addicted to alcohol.
With the wine, the girls can finally be quiet for a while.
Tokiho left the warehouse, got on a carriage, and headed to the castle-like house on the manor.
There are hundreds of rooms of various sizes.
Shi Sui was taken to a side room for receiving guests.
The Grand Steward and the wizard were already waiting for her there.
He was an elderly gypsy man, shirtless, with messy long hair and beard covered with many colorful decorations, and his face and body were painted with dazzling patterns.
He held a golden bowl in his hand, pointed at Shi Sui and started cursing, "With your fair and tender face, you dare to claim that you know witchcraft? Come on, I can read your mind, and I can reveal your true form in one move!"
The wizard was muttering to himself and performing a strange dance in a very precise manner.
Tokiho just stood there quietly, waiting to see what kind of pretense he could put on.
"Take this! I'm going to make you spill everything you know!"
The male wizard rushed over aggressively, and suddenly poured the water in the bowl onto Shisui's face!
Hey, where's the mind-reading thing? Why are you splashing water?!
Do you have any martial ethics?
Shisui laughed at this.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
