章節 192: Chapter 192: How to Imitate Emperor Roselle's Diary
Chapter 192: How to Imitate Emperor Roselle's Diary
Late at night, as soon as Leonard left the room, he began to sprint down the street.
In that instant, he truly understood the essence of freedom.
It turns out that having the right to refuse is the true freedom.
On the streets, where it was impossible to tell what time of night it was, there were hardly any pedestrians in sight, only the occasional glimpse of homeless people huddled together for warmth.
After running a considerable distance, Leonard calmed down a bit and started heading towards the nearest Harvest Church.
Only by escaping to a place covered by the power of the church could he truly be out of danger.
The Harvest Church was located in the southern district of the bridge, adjacent to the Beckland Bridge district, and it was the fastest place he could find support.
Leonard didn't know how long he had been running until he arrived at the gate of the Harvest Church, panting and with weak legs. Only then did he finally breathe a sigh of relief.
He didn't know why Seraphina hadn't caught up with him. What he wanted to do most now was to wash up in the restroom, then lie on the bed and cover himself with a blanket, hiding his face in shame.
When the kind and burly priest of the Harvest Church asked him why he was there so late at night, Leonard forced a smile and said, "Because of love."
...
The next day, it wasn't until the sun was high in the sky that Leonard hailed a carriage and returned to Saint Samuel's Church in the northern district.
As soon as he arrived at the church, his captain reprimanded him for being late to work due to drinking.
"It won't happen again, never again," Leonard shook his head, almost raising his hands to swear.
He ultimately didn't tell his captain about his conversation with a witch the previous night.
When he finally had time to rest, he returned to his room. The first thing he did was hide in the restroom for over an hour before collapsing on the bed and covering his head with a blanket.
"Heh, now you know what it feels like to be ashamed?"
Deep inside, the old man's gloating voice rang out on time.
Leonard was so ashamed that his cheeks burned. He wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
"That was an ageless witch, and you didn't rise to the challenge. You've let me down."
"..."
Leonard wanted to retort that if the old man hadn't suddenly revealed Seraphina's true identity, he might still be indulging in the witch's allure.
But such a retort would only make him look more foolish.
Silently accepting the criticism and ridicule was the best he could do now.
After a while, when the old man's mocking laughter stopped, Leonard, having adjusted his mindset, finally asked, "Old man, since you knew Seraphina's true identity all along, why didn't you warn me earlier?"
"A wonderful encounter with a witch is also a beautiful chapter in a poem, isn't it?"
"You just wanted to see me make a fool of myself!"
"That's right, and then? If you hadn't been lustful, how would you have ended up in this situation?"
"..."
Leonard was speechless. He thought of many reasons to defend himself.
But he couldn't deny that he had indeed lost his usual calm judgment because of Seraphina's beauty.
Even if she wasn't a witch, with his personality, he would eventually fall into such a trap.
"In this regard, your friend hastur is smarter than you."
"hastur? Is he also excellent in this aspect?" Leonard felt a lot of pressure.
The voice deep inside him disappeared, no longer discussing the topic.
"Sigh..."
Leonard lifted the blanket and sighed heavily. He found that whenever he closed his eyes, the scene of Seraphina digging out his heart would appear in his mind.
Even more disturbingly, Seraphina remained beautiful even while performing such a cruel act, with blood from his heart vessels still on her lips.
She still exuded a captivating beauty.
...
"How should I respond?"
In the study, hastur sat at his desk, with a letter on his right.
It was an invitation to a banquet from Mrs. German.
Normally, hastur would directly refuse such invitations.
Especially after witnessing the chaos in Mrs. German's family last time, he was even less inclined to attend the banquet.
But this time, Mrs. German wrote a lot in the letter, expressing her sincere desire to explain what happened that night in person.
hastur didn't care about that.
But the letter also said that if hastur didn't attend the banquet, she would visit him directly.
If he avoided her, she would come every day.
This was a very effective threat.
But he still didn't plan to attend the banquet. If Mrs. German really disregarded her reputation and kept visiting, he could always go to his country estate for a while.
He could take the hunting dog trained by Greylint to see if it could catch the eye of Earl Hall .
After thinking for a while, hastur began to write on the letter: "I thought Mrs. German was a person with moral boundaries, different from those noble ladies who only pursue love and lust."
"But I didn't expect you to gradually become a detestable woman. Even through the letter, your desires, your greed, and your imperfect image are vividly portrayed."
"I hope you can abandon meaningless fantasies and embrace a new life..."
hastur wrote several more lines, making it the longest letter he had ever written to Mrs. German.
After asking Butler Neil to have someone deliver the letter to Mrs. German, hastur put the matter behind him.
Now, with a strong desire to write, he decided to write "Pinocchio," a story Miss Sharon liked.
After filling eight or nine pages, enough for two installments, hastur stopped writing and put the manuscript away. Then he took out a new stack of white paper.
He was preparing to forge another batch of Emperor Roselle's diaries to sell to Audrey.
Recently, Audrey seemed to have had little success in finding Emperor Roselle's diaries.
She had asked him twice if he had any new Emperor Roselle's diaries and hinted that she would increase the purchase price.
Although hastur had considerable wealth, after buying Viscount Abel's land last time, he didn't have much disposable money left.
He needed to make some money to replenish his coffers.
After all, he had become so skilled at imitating Emperor Roselle's diaries that no one but Emperor Roselle himself could tell the difference.
For diaries meant only to make money, hastur didn't care about the density of knowledge in the content.
On a single page, he could write about four of Emperor Roselle's romantic escapades, plus a bit of occult knowledge.
Except for the useful occult knowledge, the rest were formulaic descriptions.
The specific format was as follows: date, which noble lady, back garden, post-event evaluation.
A very simple diary format.
Of course, besides the romantic escapades with noble ladies, hastur also kindly prepared some other "treats" for Emperor Roselle.
For example, the lust of a certain pot-bellied noble, the temptation from a witch, the explosive performances of a dance troupe, and the on-site reactions of bystanders.
In short, these were the main categories, and hastur tried to vary them to avoid making Emperor Roselle's private life seem too monotonous.
As for the sources of the revealed occult knowledge, they could be attributed to Mr. door, Zarath, the Twilight Hermit Order, or clergy from the Steam Church.
Since adopting this almost formulaic format for Emperor Roselle's diaries, hastur found it increasingly easy and casual to imitate them.
About an hour later, hastur shook his slightly sore arm and looked with satisfaction at the twenty or so pages of Emperor Roselle's diaries on the desk.
Based on the price he sold them to Audrey, these diaries could earn him several thousand gold pounds.
Earning several thousand gold pounds in an hour, and tens of thousands in a day.
He had almost achieved his dream of making a fortune daily.
As for Emperor Roselle's reputation and the Fool's feelings about the polluted knowledge, hastur chose to ignore them.
After all, the glittering gold pounds were enough to blind him temporarily.
"Thank you, Emperor Emperor Roselle, for the valuable legacy."
"Thank you, Mr. Fool, for your pursuit of Emperor Roselle's diaries."
"Thank you, Miss Audrey, for your generosity and good financial situation."
After silently expressing his gratitude, hastur divided the twenty or so pages of Emperor Roselle's diaries and put them in a drawer.
Now, he just needed to wait for Audrey to come and buy them, and he could earn a handsome fee.
"Knowledge is wealth."
hastur sighed, got up, and left the study, entering the adjacent room to pick up the pouncing aisala.
"aisala, have you been overeating lately?"
"Meow."
"It's good that you admit it. Your cat food will be halved tonight. You have no objections, right?"
"Meow?"
"Good, I knew you wouldn't mind. So, we'll happily implement this decision from now on."
"Meow?!"
"You say you firmly support the decision to halve your cat food? aisala, you're becoming more and more understanding, even knowing how to save money for the family."
"Meow..."
aisala finally let out a feeble meow.
(End of Chapter)
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