Accompanied by his attendants, Count Tulip, who had changed into a mage robe and put on an exclusive mask, entered the hall of the Drunken Dream Salon.

"Yo, isn't this our Earl? You're really chic today. ”

"Haha, Your Excellency the Earl, good evening, it was nice that you found a little baby for me last time! Is she still there today? ”

"Lord Earl! A toast to you! ”

“……”

Seeing the Count Tulip entering the hall, the nobles gathered around and greeted him warmly.

Enjoying the flattery of the stars and the moon, Count Tulip was in a happy mood and responded:

"Hehe, distinguished guest, you are also very chic today."

"Sorry, our little darling will only be received once, but ...... If you need, I can arrange a one for you in the same style. ”

"Raise your glass! My dear friends! ”

“……”

With the response of Count Tulip, the atmosphere among the nobles became even more enthusiastic.

And looking at the nobles gathered in the hall, the corners of Count Tulip's mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

Most of these nobles did not know his identity, only that he liked to be called an earl.

But as the organizer, the person who personally sent out the invitations, he knows the details of everyone here!

Decade......

He's been in business for a full ten years!

90% of the aristocratic families in the entire Boulder family came to participate in the drunken dream salon he held!

Although the vast majority of these people are not in charge of the family, they are a fairly powerful force together.

Many of them are the future heirs of various families!

He became friends with these nobles and held their handles.

And this is the network and resources he has secretly accumulated!

Count Tulip has a smile on his face behind the mask.

However, there was a cold glint in his eyes.

Hehe, brother.

Thanks to you, the whole of Boulder thinks I, Anthony, am a piece of shit......

However, I'm a piece of waste, and sooner or later I'll get back what belongs to me!

The county of Castel, and the Duchy of Boulder.

Soon, it's going to be mine!

Thinking of this, Count Tulip quickly put away the sharpness in his gaze.

Raising a glass to everyone, he smiled and drank the red wine.

The hall burst into applause.

He gestured slightly, signaling everyone to be quiet, and then said gently:

"Everyone, the Drunken Dream Salon is about to begin, I'll go and inspect today's finale goods first, and we'll see you later."

"Haha! See you later! ”

"I heard that today's finale is the Transcendental?"

"Yes, if you embark on the path of transcendence at a young age, you can be regarded as a genius among civilians."

"I'm suddenly looking forward to tonight's salon even more."

The aristocrats were talking.

Count Tulip smiled as he walked through the hall towards the iron gate at the end.

It's just that when he came to the iron gate, his brows quickly furrowed.

"Didn't you arrange for someone to stand guard today?"

Looking at the empty entrance, he turned his head and asked, his voice dissatisfied.

The attendant behind him was sweating profusely in an instant, and hurriedly said:

"It should ...... Should it be arranged? Possible...... Maybe something is going to leave at this point, right? ”

Count Tulip's brow furrowed even deeper.

Although he knew that the dungeon below was five steps and one post, and ten steps and one sentry, even if a mosquito flew in, he would be discovered, but the identities of those Blood Demon Sect members would not be seen after all.

If any of the nobles who drank too high accidentally walked through the wrong door, went in and saw them and found out their identity, it would eventually bring some trouble.

"Even if there is something, one person must be left on duty!"

"Find out who is standing guard today, and let them come to see me at the party!"

He snorted coldly and said.

With that, he pushed open the iron door and walked in alone.

Entering the underground corridor, the view quickly dimmed.

However, Count Tulip has long been used to it.

In the cells on both sides of the corridor, the sacrifices for tonight were still asleep, extremely quiet.

He wasn't surprised.

The effects of the medicine on these girls have not yet passed, and now the more they sleep, the more energetic they will be in a while.

And one of the purposes of his coming down to inspect the goods was to help them unlock the efficacy of the medicine.

"It's almost time, give them energy potions to wake them up, ...... It's their stage. ”

Count Tulip ordered the Blood Demon Cultists standing guard.

However, after listening to his words, the Blood Demon Cultists did not respond.

Count Tulip, who was about to continue inside, suddenly stopped.

He turned around and looked at the Blood Demon Cultist he had just ordered, frowning slightly:

"What are you doing? Didn't you hear my words? ”

The Blood Demon Cultist turned around slowly, and did not answer, but saluted him, his dull voice without emotion:

"Lord Earl, master...... Waiting for you in the study. ”

"Huh? The High Priest came early today. ”

Count Tulip was a little surprised.

He bowed slightly, dropped the phrase "remember what I said", and walked towards the study deep in the hallway.

The dungeon today is particularly quiet.

Not only the sleeping girl, but even the Blood Demon Cultists standing guard were even more silent than before.

One by one, they stood in a standard posture, like statues.

This surprised Count Tulip a little.

What's wrong with these usually lazy guys today?

Did you do something wrong and make the high priest angry again?

Muttering in his heart, he came to the study.

The two Starry First Order Forbidden Blood Servants stiffened and opened the door.

Count Tulip casually walked in as if he were home.

As he entered the study, the two Blood Servants closed the door again.

Count Tulip didn't care.

He consulted with the high priest and never liked to be heard, even by a servant of blood.

Glancing through the study, Count Tulip searched for the figure of the High Priest.

However, after sweeping around, I didn't see a single shadow.

Instead, I saw that the rotatable alchemy chair behind the desk had changed direction, facing the bookshelf.

The high backrest obscured everything, and only the sound of the pages could be heard.

Count Tulip was immediately happy.

No wonder he couldn't find anyone, it turned out that he was sitting in a chair!

Although he wanted to complain for a long time, this high priest of the Blood Demon Sect was not tall in the first place, and he was slumped back on weekdays, but now he was sitting on his study chair, and he couldn't even see his head from behind!

"Hehe, High Priestess, when did you become interested in my collection of magic books?"

Count Tulip took off his mask and put it on the shelf, and said with a smile.

Hearing his voice, the sound of flipping through the book stopped abruptly.

The chair slowly turned to the front.

A silver-haired girl dressed in a maid's uniform appears in front of Count Tulip.

She sat in a chair, holding a stack of parchment rolls in her hand, and her red golden eyes were full of playfulness:

"Good evening, Your Excellency."

Count Tulip was stunned.

Really...... I don't have time to add more...... It's hard to top.

(End of chapter)