Some things, once you can't resist the temptation, have a first time, and then there will be a second and a third time.

And now, the Count of Hertha is at the first low point of his life after the peak of his life - and unlike any problems he has encountered before, he is now the pillar of the emerging "wealth" of the Hertha family, and his father and grandfather can no longer give him any advice and protection. He has been nakedly exposed to all possible blows – this time, for example, the instantaneous collapse of the entire chain of trade caused by a severe shortage of a single cargo, almost without warning. Although he had tried to think of many solutions, he had little success. After making the last effort he could, he and the other nobles and merchants who had been victimized by the crisis had to wait and see what would happen next.

In the midst of this anxious and uneasy waiting, the Count of Hertha was almost tormented by that mental pressure to the point of madness. A few times, he wanted to do something that was completely inconsistent with his status and image, but fortunately, he didn't lose his temper because of the housekeeper.

Now, though—he stumbled upon an approach that might work.

That cigar smoke smell – seems to have a role to calm your emotions? He thought. He hadn't touched the box of cigars since he brought it home, quietly letting it sit in a drawer under his study. This time, the Count of Hertha had already taken the cigar cutter handed by the butler, and according to the butler's instructions, he divided the cigars into small sections.

When the first puff of fragrant smoke was emitted throughout the room, centered on the burning cigarette butts, the Count of Hertha seemed to have discovered a new world in an instant. The fragrance I felt before is even more pleasant and refreshing when I am alone at this time, and I seem to have gradually forgotten the troubles and sorrows I had before.

The sweet smell began to accompany the Count of Hertha all year round. With the help of a gift from Count Ammancia, Count Hertha had a very happy two weeks, and although things did not change in any way, and the situation in the trade market was still grim, Count Hertha was not so miserable. He began to sleep soundly, and went to work the next day in good spirits. Perhaps infected by the complete change in the face of the Count of Hertha, the people under him seemed to work harder and more optimistically, and the Count of Hertha seemed to see that the situation was about to improve little by little.

"The last one...... Yes. Looking at the box that was originally full, only the last cigar was lying there alone, and the Count of Hertha couldn't help but feel a little melancholy in his heart: what would he do when he ran out of these things? These two weeks are perhaps the most enjoyable time since I became the head of the family.

Although I was still experiencing turmoil and market volatility during this time, and the strong pressures behind it, I didn't seem to have a real sense of this. What's going on? Well, forget it, don't delve into this. Deep down, Count Hertha, who had a slight suspicion of all this, finally convinced himself not to dwell too much on these things.

After the last cigar disappeared from the box, the Count of Hertha finally found that tension and oppression in real life - the difference was that this time he was inexplicably panicked. He found that he seemed to be a little inseparable from the cigars that had the strange aroma that he now thought. Whenever he encountered difficulties, his first reaction was no longer to look for a solution to the problem, but to want to have this so-called incense fluttering - although he was not sure of the specific situation, he vaguely felt that something seemed to be wrong.

Fortunately, this torture did not last long. After the winter passed, the market began to gradually recover and returned to its original normal order. At this moment, the Count of Hertha finally breathed a sigh of relief: if he continued like this, he would have to go crazy.

After a feast, the Count Hertha, who had been a little drunk, staggered back to his home, only to find a small and beautiful box quietly placed at the door of his house—exactly the same as the box that the Count of Ammancia had given him before. Perhaps it was because of the strength of the wine that the Earl of Hertha didn't think too much about it, and after a month or two of depression, he also needed a little relaxation to celebrate himself. So, while still half-asleep and half-awake, he was drunk and had already lit the fragrance that he had missed for a long time. Driven by a strong desire, he didn't even realize that the cigars had already been processed—he didn't need to separate them with a cigar sharpener to immerse himself in the aroma.

He later learned that the whole winter was the conspiracy of the Count of Amancia. The sudden collapse of the fur market was due to the Count of Ammancia gritting his teeth and forcibly using his assets to disrupt the market; And those cigars were naturally a by-product of some experimental drugs concocted by "Paradise" using the technology of the "Order", in order to make Count Hertha addicted when he was in a low mood. Later, he took advantage of this to find an opportunity to further attack Count Hertha, so that he could not become inseparable from this medicine, and in the end - completely depraved.

Of course, in this process, the properties that originally belonged to the Count of Hertha will naturally be vacated and contested by others. Count Ammancia did his best, and naturally it was not possible just because of jealousy and wanting to breathe a sigh of relief - in his opinion, those physical properties and statuses originally belonged to their family's glorious history, and he just took them back again.

Whatever one may say, by now the plans of the Count of Ammancia had been carried out successfully. Count Hertha, who had not tasted that fluttering pleasure for a long time, fell completely unsuspectingly. He began to feel panic and pain about this situation, but he couldn't contain himself - he used up the box of so-called "cigars" faster than the last time, when the situation was already good, and then he began to feel endless pain. In this situation, he finally walked into the house of the Count of Ammancia in this way.

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