In the middle of the night, there was a sudden strong wind, lightning and thunder, and a downpour of rain that fell so hard that it crackled and fell to the ground as if it were whipping something.

In the basement the candles flickered, and the Count and the woman in the black robe gathered around the bed, and the beautiful woman on the bed seemed to be asleep, and the red roses were scattered on her long golden hair.

"Miss Su, how long do you think it will take to fully resurrect my wife?" The Count asked.

"I've been waiting for ten years, and I can't wait now?" The woman called Miss Su was veiled over her face, and she brushed Mrs. Chelsea's long hair. "Madame's hair is really beautiful."

"Please also ask Miss Su to be attentive to this matter."

"This is natural. We signed the contract 10 years ago, and once it's signed, no one can go back. She deliberately put the word "repentance" very seriously, and at the same time peeked at the earl with her peripheral eyes, "Your Excellency, you won't regret exchanging one lady for another, right?" ”

Count Shakma hesitated, his eyes flashing with mixed emotions, his lips moving slightly, and his words stuck in his throat.

"I won't regret it, and I can't go back."

Miss Su sneered, and she didn't know what kind of expression she showed under the veil.

"I really don't know if you are infatuated or infatuated, Earl, how can you say that Madame Asenie has also been with you for ten years, you really don't care about her life or death?"

The basement is furnished and furnished in the same way as Mrs. Chelsea's room.

"Don't say it," the Count avoided Miss Su's gaze. "It is enough for me to resurrect my wife."

Miss Su did not have the slightest sympathy for the earl's distress, she looked at the earl like a doll. She pushes the doll onto the stage, looking forward to a big show, and the more people involved in this play, the more satisfied she becomes.

"Miss Su, may I ask what will be the reward for you after the matter is completed?"

"This, you don't have to worry, you must be able to afford it." Miss Su left the bed, sat on the sofa next to her, picked up a cup of tea, lifted the veil, and took a sip. "Now Mrs. Chelsea's soul is in Lady Assene's body, and when her soul can fully adapt to her new body, she can be resurrected, but in exchange, Lady Chelsea's soul will be trapped in Lady Chelsea's body, she will not be able to go to heaven, she will not be able to go to hell, even if one day the corpse is corrupted into white bones, she will never be able to leave the grave...... It's pitiful......" As if deliberately, she whispered.

The Count pretended not to hear, and took a sip of the black tea.

"This tea comes from the East, but it still suits your taste?" He changed the subject.

"Yes, yes, it's indeed authentic tea." Her voice was languid, and she was clearly at eye level with the Earl, but her eyes were condescending.

Suddenly, she narrowed her eyes and remembered something interesting.

"By the way, Earl, I forgot to tell you that Master Jill already knows the truth, and he came to find Master Angelo today......"

The Count's eyes widened, his pupils dilated, and his hand holding the teacup remained in mid-air.

"If you already knew, why didn't you say it earlier?"

"I'm sorry, I forgot."

Miss Su's attitude was not apologetic at all, she looked like she was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, and she seemed to be more and more happy.

Although the Count was angry, he was helpless, he took a few seconds to calm down, and then said, "How much do Jill and Angelo know?" ”

"Probably that's all there is to it...... Oh no, the truth of the grave robbery and disappearance ten years ago should not be known yet......"

Through the veil, Miss Su smiled and smiled contemptuously.

The Count looked at the cup that was about to bottom, and his heart was heavy.

"Although I was not involved in those two cases, I have heard about them. I heard from the Viscount, before you found me, you also invited other wizards and witches. They don't have enough mana, and what kind of crooked ideas are they proposing...... Miss Su scoffed, "It's using dead people for experiments, and it's using living people as medicine." Do you believe these nonsense? ”

One night ten years ago, the sorcerer used magic to confuse the grave keepers, and in the forest, the man buried in the grave pushed open the coffin and crawled out of the grave. In the middle of the night, a group of walking corpses walked through the silent streets and into the forest. These dead people were all resurrected experiments, but the experiment failed. Later, the Earl invited an old witch, and the witch said that she would use a living person as a medicine, so the Count secretly sent someone to abduct many young and ignorant maidens. But the so-called "resurrection potion" was poured down, and Mrs. Chelsea only opened her eyes. In the end, it was the Viscount who found Miss Su and introduced her to the Earl.

Miss Su said that she could summon Mrs. Chelsea's soul back and seal it in her body, but Madame's body was dead and could no longer move, and in order to be resurrected, she had to use someone else's body as a container, and the person acting as a container had to be similar to Mrs. Chelsea, and she could not repel magic. It was at this time that the Count unexpectedly met Madame Atheni.

At that time, he saved Lady Athenie from the stake, out of pure selfishness. Mrs. Athenie really looks too similar to Mrs. Chelsea, whether it is her appearance or temperament, her manners and words, as if she is another Mrs. Chelsea. The Count had known for a long time that Lady Atheni was a witch, but he didn't care, for it was even more convenient for him to be a witch, to resurrect his lover.

But it would be a lie to say that for ten years the Earl had no true affection for Madame Arsenie. Madame Artenie loved the Count dearly, and even though she had long been aware of the strangeness in the basement of her home, she chose to trust the Count.

At first, the Count only placed a small amount of spells on Lady Athenie's diet (the spell was obtained from Miss Sue) to make her unconscious, and then took her to the basement for experiments. At first, it was only a few seconds to resurrect Mrs. Chelsea, and slowly a few minutes, a dozen minutes, a few hours, and ten years later, Chelsea became more and more accustomed to Arsenny's body. The time was ripe for a resurrection of Chelsea, and he approached the Viscount, hoping that he would find Miss Su again to complete the final steps. However, unlike ten years ago, he was hesitant about whether to resurrect Chelsea.

The Count's hands were covered in blood, and he thought that abandoning Arsenne would be as easy as the young girls had been, but that was not the case. Even when Chelsea's soul was dominating Atheni's body, looking at Arsenny's face, the earl's mind was full of memories with Arsenny. Although they were just small things in daily life, they continued to accumulate until they overwhelmed the Count. He begins to feel guilty and worried, blaming him for what he did will make Arseni never live, fearing that Mrs. Chelsea will blame him when she is fully sober, and fearing that Phoebe and Angelo will hate him.

Now that Angelo knows the truth, he will definitely stop himself with his character of caring about his family. But now that the wood was done, the Count knew he could not turn back. He suppressed all kinds of emotions surging in his heart, forced his composure, and said to Miss Su: "Since Angelo already knows, then without further ado, please ask Miss Su to resurrect my wife as soon as possible." ”

"Okay," replied simply, "but it will be Easter next year at the earliest, and in the meantime, what will you do with Master Angelo?" ”

"Same as usual. He cares about his family the most, and as long as he can't find evidence, he won't do anything to me...... Tomorrow I will let him go back to the Viscount's house, and ask the Viscount to help me trap him for a while. If he had to stop me, I'd have to threaten him with Phoebe......"

"Taking advantage of the friendship between father and son, the Earl is really despicable...... However, if you want me to say, it is better to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, so as to prevent future troubles. There was an incongruous viciousness in Miss Su's good-looking eyes. But she didn't say this sincerely, from beginning to end, she seemed to be enjoying the game.

"No, absolutely not. I hope you don't hurt Angelo and Phoebe. ”

"Good, good. I'm not going to do it. Miss Su lazily fell aside, but the earl, as the master, was always restrained.

"You've been scared of me, haven't you? I guessed that right. ”

She was right, although the earl had a request for Miss Su, and Miss Su never did anything out of the ordinary from beginning to end, but the earl's decades of life experience told him that this woman was something he could never disobey and provoke.

"Are you afraid of me because I'm a witch?"

No, not for this reason, thought to the Count.

I'm afraid you're because I'll never guess what your purpose is.

The world always acts according to its purpose. Its purpose can be inferred from its actions, and its actions can be predicted by knowing its purpose. But nothing can be seen in Miss Su.

"yes, I'm a little scared of you." The Count replied honestly. "But not because you're a witch, but because I can't be sure of your actions."

"Heh," Miss Su sneered, her veil fluttering slightly. "Then I'll tell me the purpose." She propped her head and leaned forward. "Do you know who I am?"

"A witch with powerful powers."

"I'm not a witch...... I am the embodiment of desire. from another world. As long as a person has a strong desire, he can sign a contract with me, and I will fulfill his wish, but at the same time, I will take away what is as important as him. My purpose is to see how all living beings struggle in the world......"

I see. People's love, hatred, hatred, birth, old age, sickness and death, in her eyes, are just performances on the stage. She never cares about the mood of the world, all she cares about is whether the performance is wonderful or not. In her eyes, everyone is just a bunch of beings with no difference.

The Count broke out in a cold sweat. His intuition told him that because of the woman in front of him, more unpredictable events would happen in the future.

The night engulfed in heavy rain and lightning and thunder, leaving only the howling of the eerie and damp wind.