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Lauder Castle is known as the Todd family's little canary, it is as small and delicate as the Estee Manor, hidden in the woods, very set off, but under its docile and quiet mask there are two extremely incongruous ugly "tumors" One of the bloody Mississixi Arenas was well known to the high society of Marceau, and there was a suite that was extremely secluded, and like Mississi, it was an interesting place built after Viscount Heber took over the estate, Mississi's fun was that it stimulated the nerves of the wealthy, and the private suite of the Viscount claimed to make any impotent nobleman erect heroically, more effective than eating a Marthier bullwhip, and so far only his henchman Louis and a few young nobles of Marceau have been able to enter it.

Now, Augustine came to the door of the suite with the two hidden female consuls of the universe and the three undead, and the second butler of the sweaty Lauder Castle was wandering outside the door, and at first he was happy to see Louis walking in the front, but before he was relieved, he instantly changed his face to despair, because he saw the culprit who forced him to risk his life to disturb His Excellency the Viscount Yaxing, the one with the two "Great Witches" The terrible Lori, the deputy housekeeper witnessed the cruel method of the red-robed devil to harvest life, not only destroying the body, but even the soul had to be sucked and drained in a strange way.

"Mr. Memmy, you can go to Mississiki first, and I'll leave it here. Louis said palely.

The deputy butler fled in a hurry.

There was no real point in him staying here, because without the key, unless he broke through the thick door with surprisingly strong sound insulation, he would break his fingers, and the young lord in the room would not be able to hear his shouts, and the most troublesome thing was that the viscount had solemnly stated that no one was allowed to interrupt his "noble game" The previous butler had paid with his life to verify the horror of his master's warning, and the old butler, who had devoted his life to the Todd family, was thrown into Mississi, where he was eaten alive by an adult mammoth captured from the Muse, not a single bone remained, except for some indigestible silver hair.

Louis shuddered and pulled out a beautiful key, hesitated, inserted it, and opened the door.

The master bedroom of the room is huge, so the bed is also huge, which is huge beyond common sense.

Baroque court style, resplendent with gold, the softest wool carpets, the densest crystal chandeliers, the most luxurious chairs, the most profligate gilded vases, and of course, the most luxurious goose-down bed.

What shocked Augustine even more than the queen bed was the infinite charm of the white round-upturned and soft on the large bed.

Six or seven nudes, intertwined and superimposed in a wonderfully esoteric pose, almost made Augustine think they were a physical version of the Möbius Ring. Although dazzling, the outsiders can still see that the protagonist is a young man lying in the center, and a mature-woman with her head and tail upside down on him, and the other four fresh white bodies surround the two protagonists like petals, forming a surreal erotic oil painting.

Mrs. Quentin turned her head and cursed.

Miss Elizabeth ran to the sight of the treasure and picked up a leather whip on the ground that had been discarded when she had finished the fun, and she jumped into a chair and kept her eyes on it.

Louis, who was supposed to be the male protagonist today, had an ugly face, and a fire of jealousy that could not be concealed appeared, and finally closed his eyes with a painful expression.

His soul hated Viscount Heber's desecration of his body, but his flesh quickly adapted to the immoral bed movement, and sank into it, enjoying more and more the forbidden pleasures of his skillful master, and as long as Augustine looked around, he could see on the walls all the nude paintings of noblewomen and celebrities, each of whom posed for profligacy and provocation, and every detail of their carcasses was brought to life, they could be the elegant wife of a nobleman in the province of Marceau, a lady of Marceau, who might have been famous in the salons of the imperial capital, or a noblewoman who was famous in the next countyThere are even nuns in nearby counties who are expected to receive honorary titles from the Holy See, with different identities, different appearances, and different temperaments, the only thing they have in common is that they all surrender to the sweet attack of Viscount Heber, take off their elegant or gorgeous or serious clothes, take off their masks, and become the lovers of the Lion King's third in line to the throne.

"What a nobleman who knows how to enjoy the sound of dogs and horses. If the conquest of a woman could also count as a meritorious service, the viscount would have been awarded several Iron Oak medals long ago. This kind of talent should be thrown to an enemy country like Titan to be a spy. ”

The eye-opening Augustine admired in his heart.

The undead dragon knight "Sayuri" and the red-robed witch were arranged to guard the door, and Louis locked the door again, his face as dead as ashes, but he did not dare or want to speak out, because his political acumen, which had become more and more useful since entering the Todd family, told him that the worst thing that could happen in this suite today was for Viscount Heber to pay an unimaginable sum of gold coins, and then find some scapegoats to top, and Louis hoped that the best of these lambs would be them, and the slut, who was also his greatest rival, Lady Fiona.

The first to be alerted from happiness was the not-so-young heroine, but surprisingly she did not remind Viscount Hebe, who was about to reach the peak of desire, but intentionally or unintentionally threw a wink at Augustine, who looked less like a member of the Sacramental Congregation and more like a young nobleman, apparently, she regarded this provocateur who broke into the Estée Manor like a wild boar as a close friend of Viscount Heber, and in addition to today's feast, she did not serve two male nobles at the same time, on the contrary, it was at that time that she was the most charming and skillful"Fiona Time", Estée guests who have tasted her taste will not deny that Madame Fiona at that time was the most delicious dessert in the world.

Augustine smiled and held out his hand to gesture to continue.

Fiona really continued to work hard, sending Viscount Heber to the peak of happiness again, and she was also under the attentive service of the Viscount and several other young women, she suddenly raised her head, her body convulsed, and the proud spring light on her chest was unobstructed, and the waves were turbulent, so that Miss Elizabeth, who had always been in high spirits, was annoyed, jumped out of bed, raised her leather whip, and struck the pile of meat, with a crisp sound, but in exchange for a hopeless moan.

Louis felt like riding a dragon today, up and down, and now his heart has finally eased up, and he has begun to have a good attitude of watching a good show.

For him, as long as the omnipotent Young Master Heber does not fall, even if the unclean Mississisi is turned upside down, he can still continue to be his noble butler. Calm down, Louis began to have plenty of time for the first time to observe the Knights of the Divine Communion who were close at hand.

Viscount Heber only frowned slightly after seeing Augustine for the first time, pushed away those women who were not low-status, and left only Lady Fiona to dress him, and smiled calmly: "Interested?"

Augustine shook his head slightly, still smiling kindly, like a middle-class nobleman who came to Estee Manor to borrow some gold coins from Viscount Heber, he was not qualified to be arrogant, but he was not too groveling.

Viscount Herb looked at the handsome Louis, who was both his butler and his forbidden male favorite, only to find that the child had only given him an incomprehensible hint in his eyes.

Viscount Heber is not stupid, on the contrary, he has been very smart since he was a child, but most of his wisdom is spent on seducing women, after the coming-of-age ceremony, according to the inheritance of the Lion King family, every heir has to travel outside the Holy Empire, in that process, Viscount Heber, whose biggest dream in his life was to kiss Princess Barbara's toes, finally cheered up and asked the marquis's father for the Estee Manor, carrying countless similar "superficial big stallions" and "eating under women's skirts" while playing with women with status and background, while creating the Mississippi Arena and engaging in some shady trades, such as the slave trade and the completion of thefts, speculation, auctions, The black market of art buying and selling, the Lion King is too righteous to pursue, and the Lion of Hearts badge carries too much moral burden, but a family may be able to maintain basic operations without any gray and black income, but it will never be able to thrive and step up to a higher level of power, the neighboring barbarian Greenspan and the sissy Helen family are the best examples of the positive, then what Viscount Herb has to do is to go into the gray area, and in fact he did so, and the results are great.

His ambition is no longer limited to kissing Princess Barbara's toes, he feels that he can make Estee Manor into a real imperial capital back garden, a paradise for the fallen, and one day, instead of kneeling, he will stand and kiss Princess Barbara, the brightest pearl of the Titans.

It seems that there is now a big stumbling block in the way forward.

Viscount Heber looked calm, but his heart was not as calm as it seemed. To let little Louis, who has two big knights' personal guards, unlock and enter this room, the big people who can do this in Marceau County don't bother to do this, so, who is he?

Louis didn't give him an answer, and a certain executioner in a politician's mask introduced himself empathetically, "I'm your new neighbor." My name is Augustine-Rotonchild, Archcon of the Order. ”

Viscount Heber's little one, who was still immersed in pleasure and refused to weaken, immediately lay limply curled up in the crotch of his trousers.