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"Hey! If I hadn't gotten together with that guy Dubois in the beginning, I would still be a righteous young man with moral standards like in my previous life. How could I have become such a bastard?!"

Yes, that's right!

He is the one who influenced me. \秒~蟋畞+剁彈.网^ +更·辛-蕞+剁彈.

Blame Du Bois!

...

The villa at No. 7 Rose Street.

The next morning, when Edward came to the second floor and saw the servants and slaves busy with their duties, he had the illusion that he was in another world - from now on, does it mean that I have truly taken root in this past time and space?

So two hundred years from now, will the "Sparrow family" still exist, and what will their situation be like?

No!

As long as I find Lilith, I will take her to live in low-key seclusion until time passes into the future.

But... according to the predetermined future, Lilith made a high-profile appearance and even went to the astral realm to find Chike... If I really found Lilith, how could I allow...

Edward cut off his thoughts in time and decided to focus on the present first!

"Yes, yes, trim it there, trim it there."

"That painting is too ugly. Change it to a painting of a girl bathing... a girl on a picnic."

"Endili, when you cook next time, please make a special drink for us. I'll give you the recipe later. It's not that I want special treatment, but if I don't drink that drink for a long time, my brother and I will have health problems."

"Lard, stop grinning at your tattered suit. You're Mr. Sparrow's valet. It's already past ten o'clock, and he hasn't gotten up yet. Shouldn't you go and urge him to get up?"

"Who is that? Yes, it's you, Dubois... Go and hire a beautiful maid to assist me later. What, you are the housekeeper and I have no right to command you? Do you understand the value of a housekeeper? A noble's housekeeper is equivalent to half of the owner of the villa. I can sleep with Mr. Sparrow, can you?"

"What? You can, too. Then I can give birth to a child for him, can you?"

"Humph, fight with me!"

As soon as I walked into the yard, I heard Akasha holding her waist, commanding this and that, with a domineering attitude, and her mouth was full of tyrannical words. ?武.4*墈_书, ~首*發+

When he saw Edward, Du Bois looked at him helplessly, asking for help, as if to say, "Where did you invite such an ancestor from?"

Edward walked silently behind Akasha, raised his hand and slashed at the back of her neck.

She was immediately furious: "Who dares to attack me?"

"Akasha, I asked you to be my housekeeper and help me solve my problems, not to pretend to be the mistress and cause me trouble."

Akasha was stunned. "I'm just helping you solve your problem. As a housekeeper, the first step is of course to improve the living environment. What was the taste of the previous renovation and decoration here?"

She added, "I'm not talking about you. After all, you just moved in not long ago. The style here definitely has nothing to do with you."

I'm really sorry, this is the place I transformed based on the future villa in Queens.

Chapter 475 Silver Medal

"...Keep it down."

Edward left a word and turned back to the villa.

Only then did Larder remember his identity as a "personal valet" and hurriedly walked forward with a notebook and asked, "Mr. Sparrow, do you have any plans for today?"

"...No. I've only been in Trier for less than a week. I've just started learning how to be a 'noble'. I don't really know what nobles usually do." After a pause, he continued, "Oh, except for hosting and attending some cocktail parties."

Anyway, Audrey and Greylint usually attend various parties, cocktail parties, salons, etc.

"What do you suggest, Larder?"

The vampires always call themselves nobles. Even this "suit control" with a special fetish must know more than himself.

"To host and attend a cocktail party, you need to have a certain network of interpersonal relationships, but you obviously don't have this at the moment.

Lalder thought for a moment and said, "My suggestion is that you can start by joining some equestrian or shooting clubs. The members there are either rich or noble. This can be your first step in expanding your social circle."

Huh?

Compared to his sister, Lalder is surprisingly reliable.

"Okay, then help me arrange it."

"Ah? I...actually I'm not very familiar with Trier." - He came to Trier this time for tourism and shopping.

"Then ask DuBois."

"OK."

Lalder walked away somewhat helplessly.

Half a minute later, Dubois came over and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Sparrow, where did you find this pair of siblings?"

Edward glanced at him and said, "I didn't ask them to come here. I came here for you."

"???"

"Did you 'force' to buy a suit in the suit shop yesterday?"

"Uh, yes. At that time, I was... really in a hurry to use it. Besides, I clearly ordered it more than a week in advance. It was Old Baker who didn't keep his word!"

Edward shrugged. "I don't want to know whether what you said is true or not, but the suit you bought was custom-made by this brother and sister. They were so angry that they came to your house in the middle of the night and wanted to kill you to vent their anger, but I stopped them."

"What?!"

Dubois was startled, his heart pounding: No wonder he suddenly felt sleepy last night and slept on the floor until the next day. He still feels sore all over.

So... he was almost killed?!

Oh shit!

Isn't it just a suit? Is it necessary?

Wait, they should be criminals who attempted murder, how come they suddenly turned into a housekeeper and a butler... a male secretary?

In response to Dubois's question, Edward said calmly, "Oh, I am a kind person and I never kill people. But if I let them go, it would be too easy, so I let them work for me to atone for my crime."

"But why not hand it over to the police?"

"They are Beyonders. If I hand them over to the police, my identity will be exposed as well. That's not good."

"Extraordinary."

Dubois rubbed his forehead, thinking: I have offended so many nobles before, but no one gave face to the church and sent people to kill me. I didn't expect that for a suit, I would attract an extraordinary person to kill me.

Isn't this too bad?

"Mr. Sparrow, they won't do this to me next..."

"Don't worry. After my education, they have 'turned over a new leaf'. In the future, they will all be under your command. Don't listen to Akasha's nonsense. She and I are simply the boss and employee."

Now that you say that, I don't believe it.

After all, that lady is pretty and has a great figure, and she hangs around you every day. I would be stupid if I believed what you said.

"My dear master, breakfast is ready."

Endili said respectfully, standing at the dining table.

Compared to yesterday, with the addition of a professional chef, this breakfast was obviously much richer, taking up most of the table.

"How did you do so much?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Akasha came over, looking concerned for you, "Mr. Sparrow, as the head of the family, you are the pillar of support for all of us, so of course you must ensure that every meal is good and nutritious, so that you can be healthy and live a long...thousand years."

Edward laughed, "Then should I give you credit for it?"

"No, no, as long as you are satisfied, we are happy."

"Next time you talk nonsense, pay attention to your facial expressions, it's so fake!"

Edward pointed to a bowl of vegetable soup and a piece of meat pie in front of him and said, "Besides these, you can share the rest."

"Ah, thank you Mr. Sparrow for your gift~"

Akasha bowed and thanked her without any delay, obviously she had made preparations long ago, and then quickly asked Ossein and Endili to remove the breakfast and take it out to distribute to everyone.

She herself casually took a piece of meat pie and "joined the people in having fun" amid the grateful and respectful gazes of others.

Dubois reacted and clapped his hands in astonishment: "Fuck, this woman bribed those guys so easily with just a breakfast?"

It was obviously me who recruited all of you guys, and I asked the chef to prepare breakfast for you this morning. How could you just "betray" me like that?

From now on, who will have any influence on what I say to that woman in this villa?

Damn it, my position as butler is in jeopardy at any time - it doesn't matter whether the butler is in charge of the household or not, the key is that my hope of becoming a Beyonder lies in Mr. Sparrow.

Edward took a sip of the vegetable soup, looked at Dubois and Akasha with interest, and sighed in his heart: I finally understand why those in power allow the people below to engage in house and palace fighting.

Anyway, the fights are all for the little bit of power that slips through the fingers of the superiors, and everything revolves around the superiors, so no matter how fierce the fight is, it is just a good show for the superiors.

Edward, oh Edward, if you continue like this, you will soon be corrupted!

...

At lunch.

Looking at her parents who were chatting and laughing, Bernadette tightly gripped her knife and fork, feeling that she was somewhat redundant!

I shouldn't be here, I should be under the table.

She gritted her teeth and cut the steak with the knife, making a crunching sound on the plate.

"What's up baby?"

Roselle noticed that something was wrong with his daughter, and looked over and asked gently.

"fine."

Bernadette lowered her head, pursed her lips and said something hypocritical.

In fact, mom and dad's current condition seemed to be much better than she had felt before, and it seemed that their relationship had also become much better than before.

She couldn't help but think of what Mr. Sparrow said: Maybe she had misunderstood her mother.

Mom wasn't dating that man, they were just chatting about some serious matters.

However, she couldn't convince herself because Bernadette knew that her mother would always stay at home quietly, revolving around her father and herself, and would never get in touch with people or things outside of the Roselle family.

The thought of this made her even more irritated.

After dinner, Roselle brought Bernadette to the office and told her a few fairy tales. Seeing a smile on her face, he patted her head and said, "Baby, do you have anything to say to Daddy?

"dad."

Bernadette buried her head in Roselle's arms, clenched her fists and said seriously: "I will definitely protect you."

"Hahaha, okay. But you have to wait until you grow up and daddy gets old before he needs your protection."

Roselle scratched her nose with joy, "Now, let daddy protect you."

"Go to bed now."

Watching his daughter leave the study, the smile on Russell's face gradually faded, and he took out the silver medal from the desk drawer.

After a day of calming down, he decided:

No matter what, he will give it a try!

Maybe, I can rely on it to travel between here and my hometown and become a "trader" who travels between the two worlds.

After all, I am the protagonist!

His eyes became firm in an instant, and he generously mobilized all his spiritual energy and injected it into the silver plate engraved with strange symbols and patterns to activate it.

The originally cold silver plate became hot under the stimulation of spirituality. The lines on it were lit up, and then a faint gray mist seeped out from the lines.

The next moment, endless gray-white fog engulfed Russell's vision.

"It worked!"

Am I going to travel back in time?

Roselle couldn't help but get excited, trying to see a glimpse of familiar scenes from the depths of the gray fog.

Unfortunately, I didn't see anything.

A few minutes passed and all he could see was gray fog.

When he stopped the spiritual infusion, the gray fog disappeared, and he found himself still sitting at the desk in the study, and nothing had changed.

Even though he had expected this, he still felt a sense of loss at this moment:

Perhaps, my time travel has nothing to do with that silver medal.

Perhaps, even if there is a connection, it will only be related to the "original" silver medal, not the one that I made myself.

But... I still feel so unwilling.

Russell clenched the silver medal tightly, injected spirituality into it once again, and stimulated it.

The boundless gray fog once again engulfed his vision.

...

In the morning, Larde went to several clubs in Trier and suggested that Edward go to the horse racing club first: many nobles in Trier like to watch horse racing and talk about things at the racecourse.

Horse racing generally involves competition and gambling, both of which can easily arouse the emotions of the audience, and in such an atmosphere, "friendship" is more likely to sprout.

So the first item appeared in Edward's daily schedule: going to the Jockey Club once a week.

Chapter 476: Roselle Enters Sefirah Castle

"The current plan is to go there once a week on weekends. What do you think, Mr. Sparrow?"

"It's all right. Just arrange it."

Edward had never been to the Jockey Club, but he had been to the racetrack once or twice with Audrey, which was a relatively interesting place in this era of limited entertainment.

However, he immediately added: "For now, this one will do." After a pause, "By the way, I want to become a believer of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery. What do you think I need to do?"

"ah?"

Lalder was stunned. "Well... can we just go to the church? They should welcome rich people like you."

"Of course not these ordinary believers, but those who have more opportunities to contact high-level people."

Lalder shook his head. "This touches upon my blind spot in knowledge. After all, apart from the ancestor Lilith, we vampires do not believe in any gods."

"Oh? But I heard that many of Feynaporte's blood clan chose to believe in the Mother Earth. Do you know what's going on?"

There was some doubt in Lard's eyes. "I've also heard that the Earth Mother Cult seems to like to recruit our blood race to join the cult. Moreover, they don't require the blood race to only believe in the Earth Mother, but also allow them to believe in Lilith, the ancestor."

"Some people have invited me before, but I turned them down. They weren't angry, but it was just weird."

Haha, because the Mother Goddess of Earth and your ancestor Lilith are actually the same person.

Edward thought for a moment and then asked, "Didn't your ancestor give any revelation about this?"

Larde's face darkened. "It has been many years since the First Ancestor gave any revelations. I heard from some people that He seemed to have... fallen a long time ago."

This guy...his personality is really not much different from Emlyn's. He dares to say anything.

"How do you know that your ancestor has never given any revelation? After all, you don't even have a title."

"That's what my grandfather told me anyway. He's a marquis."

Edward nodded, "Oh, it seems that the information I got about your ancestors before was wrong."

Lalder was immediately interested: "What news?"

"Oh, before I came to Trier, I heard about a Beyonder who called herself 'Lilith'. At that time, I thought she was chosen by your blood race for your ancestor to be used as a divine descendant."

"You also know that as a Beyonder, you can't easily take the same name as a god."

Lalder asked in surprise, "Where is that Beyonder?"

"I don't know. I just heard it by accident, but I remember it because of this name."

Edward stopped at the point. Lalder's situation might be relatively simple, but his sister Akasha, who seemed reckless and noisy, was very smart - she would make mistakes if she spoke too much.

squeak!!

Suddenly, he heard a sharp sound by his ears, and the spirituality around him began to stir. He immediately realized that it was Sefirah Castle.

"Okay, you go out and rest first, I also need to go to the bathroom."

As soon as Lalder closed the door, Edward hid the space, then entered the bathroom, walked four steps backwards, and entered the Source Castle.

As the gray fog rose, he heard the piercing sound again.

It sounded like a sharp object scratching something hard.

As soon as he sat down on the bronze chair, he saw a cloud of gray mist in front of the round table fluctuating violently and making noises from time to time. Then a crack gradually appeared in the gray mist and grew bigger and bigger.

"What's going on?"

Edward was confused for a moment. He had never seen Klein encounter a similar situation in the original book.

Without further thought, he immediately mobilized the power of Sefirah Castle and crushed the violently fluctuating gray fog. Almost in an instant, the fog dissipated under the power of Sefirah Castle's high-level status.

After a while,

The gray fog completely disappeared, and a figure appeared there. He looked around in shock and confusion until his eyes fell on Edward and he was visibly startled.

——Roselle regretted it.

I shouldn't have been so stubborn as to insist on injecting spiritual energy into the silver medal over and over again!

Now, in a trance, I came to this mysterious garden full of gray fog and decorated with bronze round tables and chairs.

The key point is that, sitting at the main seat at the round table, there is a mysterious man whose face cannot be seen!

What is this got to do with me?

The lair of the evil god?

Edward's surprise at this moment was no less than Russell's.

Of course, he recognized the mustached man in front of him at a glance. It was Emperor Roselle.

But how did he get into Sefirah Castle?

Under normal circumstances, those who want to enter Sefirah Castle must use certain special items to establish a connection with Sefirah Castle, or pray to the owner of Sefirah Castle, and then obtain permission from the owner of Sefirah Castle (touching the stars to pull people in) before they can enter.

But this is not the case with Russell.

In Edward's plan, at least in the short term, there is no plan to bring Russell up. After all, this guy is currently at a low sequence and is involved in many cases, so it feels like the loss outweighs the gain.

Therefore, Edward wanted to take a big detour through DuBois, get to know him as a wealthy man who wanted to integrate into the aristocratic circle, and then ask him for help to meet Adros after they got to know each other.

But now, I didn't try to pull him up, but he did it on his own.

"Could it be... because of that silver medal!"

He remembered that what caused Roselle to "cross over" was a silver plate engraved with strange symbols and patterns, and that silver plate was actually the same as Klein's later "lucky change ritual" of walking four steps backwards - both were a "key" or "password" to enter Sefirah Castle.

However, when Roselle reproduced the silver medal, he had already chosen the path of the generalist, which led to his failure to enter Sefirah Castle. But it must be admitted that Roselle was qualified to enter Sefirah Castle.

During this period in the original novel, Sefirah Castle was ownerless, and after Roselle reproduced the silver medal, he only saw endless gray fog.

But now, I have become the master of Sefirah Castle. I mobilized the power of Sefirah Castle to crush the gray fog just now, which was an indirect response to him, which led to his coming here.

After figuring this out, Edward frowned slightly. Should he kick Russell out without saying a word, or threaten him and tell him not to do such a thing again in the future?

"…Um, Your Excellency."

After a long period of silence, Russell couldn't help it - mainly because he was now in someone else's territory and he had to find a way to get back.

"Excuse me, where is this place? Why am I here?"

He decisively chose to play dumb and pretend to be an innocent passerby who had strayed here.

"This is my kingdom of God."

Edward's tone was indifferent, and he looked at Russell as if he was looking down at an ant.

broken!

They actually found the evil god's lair.

Russell's mind went blank for a moment, but... I just carved out the silver plate and injected spirituality into it...

etc!