Tome of Blood Chapter 107

Chapter 107-106-Good evening, Your Excellency

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

"Hey, isn't this our Lord Earl? You are really handsome today."

"Haha, Your Excellency Earl, good evening, it was really nice for you to find the little baby for me last time! Is she still there today?"

"My lord! A toast to you!"

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

Enjoying the flattery of the stars and the moon, Earl Tulip was in a happy mood and responded one after another:

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

"Sorry, our little one will only be received once, but... if you need it, I can arrange one of the same style for you."

"Toast! My dear friends!"

With Earl Tulip's response, the atmosphere among the nobles became even more heated.

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

Most of these nobles don't know his identity, they only know that he likes to be called the earl.

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

Ten years...

He has been in business for ten years!

90% of the aristocratic families in Boulder came to participate in the Drunken Dream Salon he held!

Although the vast majority of people here are not the family leaders, they are quite a powerful force when united.

Many of them are the future heirs of various families!

He became friends with these nobles and held their handles.

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

There is a smile on the face behind Earl Tulip's mask.

However, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Hehe, brother.

Thanks to you, the whole of Polder thinks I, Anthony, are a piece of shit...

However, I am a waste, sooner or later I will get back what belongs to me!

The Earl of Castel, and the Duchy of Boulder.

Soon, it will all be mine!

Thinking of this, Earl Tulip quickly put away the sharpness in his eyes.

Toasting to everyone, he drank the dark red wine with a smile.

There was a burst of applause in the hall.

He made a slight gesture to signal everyone to be quiet, and then said gently:

"Everyone, the Drunken Dream Salon is about to begin. I'll go check out today's finale goods first. See you later."

"Haha! See you later!"

"I heard that today's finale is a superhuman?"

"Yeah, he embarked on the path of extraordinaryness at a young age, and he can be regarded as a genius among ordinary people."

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

The nobles talked a lot.

Earl Tulip smiled and walked through the hall towards the iron gate at the end.

However, when he came to the iron gate, his brows quickly frowned.

"Is there no one on guard today?"

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

The attendant behind him was dripping with sweat instantly, and hurriedly said:

"Should...should it be arranged? Maybe...maybe you have something to leave right now?"

Earl Tulip frowned even deeper.

Although I know that the dungeon below has a post every five steps, and a post every ten steps, even if a mosquito flies in, it will be discovered, but the identities of those members of the Gorefiend Sect are still unknown.

If any nobleman who was drunk accidentally went to the wrong door, went in and saw them and saw through their identities, it would eventually cause some trouble.

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

"Look up who is standing guard today, let them come to see me later!"

He snorted coldly and said.

After speaking, he pushed open the iron door and walked in alone.

Entering the underground corridor, the field of vision quickly dimmed.

However, Earl Tulip has long been used to it.

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

He was not surprised.

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

And one of the purposes of him coming down to inspect the goods is to help them unravel the effect of the medicine.

"It's almost time, give them energy potions to wake them up, after a while... it will be their stage."

Earl Tulip ordered to the Gorefiend cultists standing guard.

However, after hearing his words, the Gorefiend cultists did not respond.

Earl Tulip, who was about to continue walking inside, stopped suddenly.

He turned around, looked at the Gorefiend disciple he had just commanded, and frowned slightly:

"What are you still doing in a daze? Didn't you hear what I said?"

The Gorefiend cultivator turned around slowly, did not answer, but saluted him, with a dull voice without emotion:

"My lord, the master... is waiting for you in the study."

"Huh? The high priest came quite early today."

Earl Tulip was a little surprised.

He nodded slightly, said "Remember what I said", and then walked towards the study deep in the corridor.

The dungeon was especially quiet today.

Not only the sleeping girl, even the Gorefiend cultists standing guard were more silent than before.

They stood there one by one, with standard postures, like statues.

This surprised Earl Tulip.

What happened to these lazy guys on weekdays?

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

Muttering in his heart, he came to the study.

Two taboo blood servants of the first rank of stars bowed stiffly and opened the door.

Earl Tulip walked in casually, as if coming home.

As he entered the study, the two blood servants closed the door again.

Earl Tulip didn't care either.

He discussed matters with the high priest, and he never liked being heard, even if it was a blood servant.

Looking across the study, Earl Tulip looked for the High Priest.

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

Instead, he saw that the rotatable alchemy chair behind the desk changed its direction, facing the bookshelf.

The high backrest covers everything, only the sound of pages turning can be heard.

Earl Tulip was immediately happy.

No wonder he couldn't find anyone. It turned out that he was sitting on a book chair!

Although I wanted to complain a long time ago, the High Priest of the Gorefiend Cult was originally not tall, and his back was stooped on weekdays. Now sitting on his book chair, he couldn't even see his head from behind!

"Hehe, Your Excellency the High Priest, since when have you become interested in my collection of magic books?"

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

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

The book chair turned slowly and came to the front.

A silver-haired girl in maid uniform appeared in front of Earl Tulip.

She was sitting on a chair, holding a stack of sheepskin scrolls in her hand, and her red golden eyes were full of playfulness:

"Good evening, Your Excellency the Earl."

Earl Tulip was stunned.

Sure enough... there is no time to add more... It's hard.

(end of this chapter)

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