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I know it is like this. !tia-n￠x+i*b`o￠o/k~.^c￠o′m.

Edward pretended to be confused: "Why, Mr. Gustave, didn't I hear from Dubois that you two are good friends as close as brothers? Why do you want to..."

"etc!"

Russell raised his eyebrows and interrupted, "Did Dubois really say that?"

"right."

"Hahahaha!" Russell laughed immediately. "Did he say anything else about me?"

"Well, it mainly recalled some of your experiences growing up together. Although you were both born into noble families, you were both impoverished nobles, so your lives were not very good. Later, you supported and helped each other to slowly overcome the difficulties. Until later, you came to Trier together..."

"You've changed."

"He's changed."

Edward and Russell spoke at the same time.

"Um?"

Russell was stunned, pointing at himself in astonishment: "He said... I changed? It's obvious that he suddenly became ill for no apparent reason and always troubled me."

"Damn it, he actually bit back!"

"I shouldn't have let anyone protect him in secret all these years! I should have let him suffer more at the hands of those nobles!"

"grass!"

Edward: "…"

etc!

The more I listen, the more something seems wrong. Are you sure you two are not lovers but brothers?

Russell certainly didn't consider Du Bois a brother.

After all, their previous "relationships" all happened before he traveled through time. Although those memories were inherited by Russell, when he looked at those memories, it was more like watching a movie that had nothing to do with him.

However, after traveling through time, he and Dubois did "hang out" for a while, and with the help of his memory, Russell admitted that Dubois could barely be considered a friend of his.

So, after he became rich, he also wanted to help Du Bois, but he didn't expect that the other party would be inexplicably ungrateful, as if he was afraid of owing him something. .Lan'Lan\Wen+Xue, \Gen￠Xin+Zui-Quan!

Haha, bitches are just pretentious.

At this time, Russell let go of his hand and acted as if nothing had happened. "Okay, I still have things to do, so just enjoy the party tonight. People around us are curious about your relationship with me. If you seize the opportunity, you should be able to make a few friends and then integrate into the so-called 'aristocratic circle' through them."

He patted Edward's shoulder and said, "Although being a noble is boring, but...come on."

"Thank you very much."

As soon as Russell walked away, Edward felt the curious eyes around him, and some of them even came closer.

Edward took a glass of wine from the servant and started chatting with them. In response to their questions, he gave some ambiguous answers, going around in circles.

To sum up, I do have a relationship with Russell, but what kind of relationship is it? It's a very good relationship. How good is it? It's a very good relationship... The rest, you can guess.

Well, he played the role of the Riddler very well.

However, the overall atmosphere of the chat was pretty good. With Roselle as the leader, others didn't ask too many questions - it was just that being surrounded by the strong smell of cigars and cigarettes for a long time was a bit suffocating.

After dealing with the last person who came up to him, Edward found an excuse and left the banquet room.

There were quite a few guests in the garden, and there was a long table filled with food, fruits and drinks. Edward poured a glass of water and moistened his throat.

When she turned around, she saw Dubois talking to Matilda at the door. He was explaining something to Matilda with a helpless expression, but she just smiled with pursed lips, then turned her head and looked closely at Russell who was chatting and laughing, with a light flashing in her eyes.

There might have been no love in the marriage between Roselle and Matilda at the beginning, and Roselle only felt guilty towards her until he was old, but Matilda obviously loved Roselle - her eyes told it all.

"Ouch!"

At this time, a little head hit Edward's body and let out a cry of pain. .1-8?6,t￠x,t′.\c?o¨m.

It was Bernadette in a sky blue dress.

She covered her head, frowned, apologized casually, and continued to glance at her mother secretly, muttering something with her little mouth.

Uh, I forgot to tell her that Matilda's "date" with DuBois was a misunderstanding.

But now, I am just a stranger to her. Let's talk about it later.

"Huh?"

As if she could sense Edward's gaze, she looked back in confusion, only to see a strange figure walking away. She then clenched her fists and said, "This home must be protected by you, Bernadette."

When Edward returned to the banquet hall, Russell had just finished a humorous speech, thanking all the guests who came to the party tonight, and then pulled a middle-aged man out from the crowd:

"I'm sure you're all familiar with this person. He's the Bishop of Trier Cathedral. The main reason I invited you all to the reception today is to meet you all. By the way, I also hope to take this opportunity to hold a fundraiser for the church."

"…So, everyone, just do what you can."

Russell then took out a check and said, "I will set an example by donating... 500 Felkins."

He stuffed the check into the donation box that the servant brought out, "That's right! As a dignified 'Son of Steam', I only donated 500 Fel Gold, so everyone, please don't donate too much~"

"That would be so embarrassing for me."

Ha ha ha ha.

There was a burst of laughter at the scene. A few hundred Felgin was just a small amount of money for most people present, so they all donated generously at once!

The bishop stood by the donation box, smiling and thanking everyone.

Russell did not turn fundraising into a separate part of the cocktail party. Instead, he placed the donation box in a prominent location. It didn't matter who was willing to donate or how much they donated. The rest of the party was about eating, drinking, and dancing. It was no different from any other cocktail party.

"The Lord will surely remember everything you have done for the church, Roselle."

Facing the bishop's thanks, Roselle just smiled and said, "Mr. Bishop, my subordinates and I will take you back to Trier Cathedral in a while. After all, there is a lot of money in this donation box."

"Thank you very much."

Roselle raised his glass and clinked it with the bishop, and the two smiled at each other.

Edward also donated 200 Felkins this time, which helped him to gain respect in front of the church. Then he walked up to Dubois, who was standing alone in the garden, and said, "Didn't they say that you were banned by the Trier nobles? Why don't I see anyone bothering you?"

"…"

Dubois stroked his forehead, "You haven't figured it out yet. The bastard who really 'banned' me was that guy Russell... Besides, those nobles are not fools. How could they cause trouble at someone else's drinking party? Aren't they afraid of offending Russell?"

"So the rumors about you sleeping with all kinds of ladies in the past are all false?"

"…"

He coughed and said, "It's half true and half false, but please believe me, I'm not stupid enough to risk my life for such a trivial matter in bed. I had normal relationships with those ladies before, and it happened naturally when the feelings were deep."

"…Do you think I believe it?"

"You are my boss, how dare I lie to you."

The two of them knew each other for a few seconds and laughed at the same time.

Suddenly, Dubois lowered his voice and chuckled: "Come, I'll take you to see something interesting."

He waved his hand and walked quickly forward.

The two of them soon arrived at the dim backyard of the villa. Edward was puzzled, and Dubois motioned him to squat in the grass together, then stuck his head out and looked forward.

I saw a man and a woman kissing and touching each other, looking like a passionate couple ready to have a wild sex at any time.

grass!

Roselle seemed to have mentioned in his diary that some nobles seemed to like to find a deserted place to have some passion during a cocktail party. It was really eye-opening.

Soon, the two men took off their lower body clothes and started practicing with real swords and guns.

"Okay, watch it if you want, it's a bit disgusting."

"Hahaha."

Dubois laughed softly, "I just want to show you, the boss, what kind of people are in that aristocratic circle you're so eager to join. Those guys are mostly just lucky bastards."

"You are not the same as some kind of baron?"

"So, I'm an asshole too."

He smiled freely.

The two had just turned around when they suddenly heard a low cry coming from behind. The sound did not sound like a sound of pleasure at all, but more like a suppressed scream.

The noble man, who originally had an excited face, now had his pupils wide open, as if he was in great pain. He wanted to reach out and grab the woman, but she slapped him away.

Then he waved his fingers gently, and a transparent line passed through the man's neck. The terrified head fell off accompanied by gushing blood, but not a drop of blood got on the woman.

Edward cursed immediately:

Damn, I really have a physique that makes me unsuitable for attending cocktail parties!

Chapter 481 Zaratul

"!!!"

Du Bois was stunned and turned to run away.

Edward also pretended to be horrified - after all, they were at Russell's house and there was no need for him to meddle in other people's business.

"ah!!!"

But a sharp cry made him pause and look over -

It's Bernadette!

Why is this girl here?

He immediately pushed Dubois forward and said, "Go call for help!"

Then he appeared in front of Bernadette, grabbed her and ran away.

Such a big commotion naturally could not be hidden from the woman. She smiled coldly and her figure suddenly disappeared.

"ah!!"

Bernadette panicked and struggled, "Help, help!"

She regretted so much that she shouldn't have followed the man who was "dating" her mother sneaking into the back garden with another person.

Now, not only had he witnessed a horrific murder, but he had also fallen into the hands of one of them—no, that murder might very well be related to them!

That's really stupid, Bernadette!

Bernadette turned pale and trembled all over. "You, you should let me go!"

"Let that woman kill you after I let you go?"

Edward said something unhappily and quickened his pace.

Just as he finished speaking, strands of transparent spider silk came from all around, and the flowers, plants and trees along the way were instantly cut into pieces all over the sky.

There is no way.

Edward raised his eyebrows, and a fierce fire appeared out of nowhere, burning all the spider silks. Then, lightning flashed in his eyes, and he was about to kill the invisible witch with a thunderbolt.

But at this moment, footsteps were heard from the opposite side. It was Dubois and Russell and others rushing over.

At the same time, the witch's second spider silk attack came.

"careful!"

Edward immediately held Bernadette in his arms and rolled forward, barely avoiding being cut by the spider silk, but he felt a sharp pain in his back and the blood gushed out in an instant - according to the physical fitness of a demigod, such a small injury would naturally not hurt him, but he had to act now.

In these few seconds, Roselle's men also arrived.

"Bernadette!"

Roselle rushed forward with a pale face, and found that although Bernadette was frightened, she was intact in the arms of Mr. Sparrow (Edward), and he felt relieved immediately.

"dad!"

Bernadette ran out of Edward's arms and threw herself into Roselle's arms.

"It's all right. It's all right."

Seeing that things could no longer go on, the witch chose to retreat without hesitation.

Green, Edwards and others surrounded them and launched an attack.

Bang!

The woman's body turned into a broken mirror, jumping back more than ten meters, and with a wave of her hand, black flame bullets shot out like raindrops, scattering towards everyone.

Roselle took a step forward, and the pendant hanging around his neck lit up, forming a silver-white shield that blocked the flaming bullets.

The woman was not surprised. She had bought herself enough time to escape, and her body suddenly disappeared.

But the next second, she reappeared, her bright face full of fear, her body became slow and stiff, her movements were sluggish, her eyes were dim, and her whole body became motionless.

Da~da~da~

Along with the sound of footsteps, an old man walked out of the darkness. He had a full beard and wore a black robe with a hood. His eyes were as dark as the lightless water, and the white beard around his face was long and dense.

With a faint smile on his face, he looked at Russell and said, "Don't mind, I'll help you get rid of a little mouse that's causing trouble, Russell."

After a brief silence, Russell laughed, "Of course I don't mind. Please go to the study and wait for me. I will take care of the rest."

The old man nodded slightly, turned and walked away.

Russell's face straightened, "Edwards, deal with the body over there. There's no need to hide anything. This matter has nothing to do with us anyway."

"Green, the cocktail party needs to end early, so everyone can leave in an orderly manner."

"William, Perri, take your men to search the entire villa. Don't miss any blind spots. Make sure the woman just now has no other accomplices."

As the four men left, Russell stepped forward to help Edward: "Mr. Sparrow, please hold on a little longer. I will find a doctor for you."

"… Trouble."

"No!"

Roselle said seriously, "I should thank you for sacrificing your life to protect Bernadette, Bernadette.

When Bernadette heard "Mr. Sparrow", her heart trembled, and she hurried forward and said, "Thank you...Mr. Sparrow."

Dubois urged, "Okay, let's talk about this later. Can't you see my boss is bleeding?"

More than ten minutes later.

The doctor stopped the bleeding from Edward's wound and bandaged it - thanks to their timely arrival, after a while, Edward could no longer control the wound and let it heal on its own.

"Klein Sparrow, please recuperate here first. We won't disturb you."

Edward's act of risking his life to save his daughter suddenly brought him closer to Russell, a daughter-slave.

Matilda touched her daughter's head, looked at Edward lying on the bed, and said gently: "Please allow me to express my gratitude to you again, Mr. Sparrow."

"You're welcome ma'am. You've already thanked me more than ten times."

"I'm leaving."

Click.

The door closed, and Edward was the only one left in the room. He sat on the bed and fell into thought:

"That old man just now...was he Zaratul?"

The witch just now was obviously controlled by the spirit thread and turned into a secret doll. Combined with his appearance and Roselle's attitude, it can be concluded that it was Zaratul.

Although Zaratul had known Russell for a long time and had given him some guidance and knowledge in mysticism, his sudden appearance tonight still made Edward somewhat suspicious... Could it be that the Beyonder's Law of Gathering was causing trouble again?

in addition,

Did he just discover that I used my extraordinary ability?

Would he tell Russell?

Will he come to trouble me?

Tsk, it would be troublesome if I were targeted by this old bitch.

How can I get him to stay away from me?

Just as I was thinking about it, the door was pushed open again with a click.

Bernadette carefully squeezed in through the door with a plate of fruit in her hand. "Mr. Sparrow, I brought you some fruit."

"Thanks."

Bernadette closed the door carefully, walked to the bedside, moved a chair and sat down, "Mr. Sparrow, thank you for saving me tonight."

"Your family is really very polite."

She smiled innocently, then twisted her hair with her fingers, hesitated for a long time and asked:

"Um, please tell me... do you know me?"

Edward smiled and said, "Of course I know you. You are Roselle's daughter, the most beautiful girl tonight, 'the most dazzling gem in Trier'."

"Where did you hear this? It's weird."

Bernadette scratched her head, then quickly shook her head and asked, "I mean, did you know me before today?"

Edward winked at her, "Guess."

"!!!"

Her eyes suddenly widened, "It's you! You, why are you here?!"

"Hey, little girl, I just saved your life ten minutes ago, and you ask me why I'm here?"

"no!"

Bernadette waved her hands hurriedly, "I'm asking, why did you come to my party today?"

"Because I received an invitation to the cocktail party."

Edward took out the exquisite invitation letter and looked hurt. "You are not doubting me, are you? Doubting a person who was injured and almost died to save you? This is too hurtful."

"ah?"

Bernadette was stunned, and quickly apologized guiltily: "Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't doubt you, it's just..." She glanced at the bandages on Edward's body and asked in a low voice: "Are you still in pain?"

"What do you think? A wound that long and deep was simply bandaged and stopped bleeding. Of course it hurt."

She quickly forked up a small piece of fruit pulp and gave it to Edward to eat. "Then you can have something sweet. It won't hurt."

Seeing Edward open his mouth and swallow the pulp, she immediately asked, "How is it?"

"Yeah - a little better."

"How about another piece now?"

"Much better."

"And now?"

Edward flicked her forehead and said, "Do you really think these fruits are a panacea? How can they work so quickly?"

"oh."

She rubbed her forehead and put down the fruit plate, looking very well-behaved, but one could easily tell from her eyes that she was obviously hiding something on her mind.

"What's wrong? If you have something unhappy, tell me and I'll be happy."

Bernadette's face was full of confusion. "I...I said, please don't be angry."

"I can't guarantee that."

"…"

After half a minute of hesitation, Bernadette gritted her teeth and said, "Are you really here just to attend the cocktail party tonight? Is that murderous woman related to you? Is saving me to gain the trust of my parents your conspiracy? You and the man who dated my mother... Ouch."

Before she could finish her question, Edward flicked her smooth forehead hard again, causing her eyes to well up with tears due to the pain.

"Huang Beibei, whatever you can think of, your father Russell will definitely think of it too. You may not believe me, but you can definitely believe your father, right?"

At this point, Edward folded his arms and said, "Hey, that's not right! During the time we've known each other, I took you out to sea and accompanied you on 'runaway trips'. What on earth did I do to make you so wary of me?"

"…"

She shrank her head. "But you sneaked into my house before and threatened me not to tell anyone else. And... anyway, you don't seem like a good person."

"Although you haven't done anything bad during this period, but... Dad said that real bad guys look more like good guys than good guys before they reveal their true colors."

"If that's the case, then why didn't you tell Russell?"

"I...I'm afraid my nose will get longer."