I'm not a goblin Frankenstein's monster.

Chapter 133 Viper 4k

The young maid, named Lilia, had blonde curly hair and looked somewhat immature.

She bit her lip, her eyes not showing much excitement, but rather a hint of worry: "But—Sister Anna, I'm a little scared."

Have you forgotten? The lady also sent many beautiful maids before, saying they were to be the lovers of noblemen.

But—but ever since they got into their carriage and left, no one has seen them again, not even a single letter has been sent back. I have a feeling something is wrong.”

"What are you thinking with your silly little brain?"

Anna reached out and tapped Lilia's forehead with her finger, chuckling, "If it were you, if you were already a nobleman sleeping on a velvet bed with servants waiting on you..."

Would you really want to go back to this place where you used to be a servant? The world of noble lords is very busy; this is perfectly normal.

Lilia seemed to want to argue something, but just then, a steady and elegant footstep sounded outside the door.

"Madam has arrived! Quickly prepare the towels!" Anna's expression changed, and she hurriedly urged in a low voice.

Xia Lin, who was hiding in the tree, narrowed her eyes slightly.

He noticed something suspicious about the conversation.

The Missing Maid?

He kept this important clue in mind and planned to report it to the church immediately so that they could investigate the disappearance records of those so-called high-ranking nobles.

Just as Xia Lin felt that she had gained enough for the night and was preparing to leave quietly, she heard Woody's urgent voice beside her.

"Wait, Xia Lin! Don't go yet!"

"What's wrong?" Xia Lin stopped what she was doing and asked.

"Something's up, let's check it out!"

Woody's voice carried a hint of excitement and seriousness.

Xia Lin frowned and turned her gaze back to the window.

The bathroom door was pushed open.

The Baroness entered.

She was an extremely beautiful and mature woman.

She wore a luxurious dark red silk nightgown, and her long golden hair was lazily piled up behind her head.

"Madam, the water temperature is just right."

Anna and Lilia bowed their heads respectfully.

The Baroness did not speak, but simply raised her arms slightly.

Two maids immediately stepped forward and gently untied the ribbons of her nightgown.

The silk slipped off.

In the dim light and misty steam, she exuded a mature charm.

She entered the bathtub filled with rose petals, attended by a maid.

She leaned against the edge of the bathtub, as if she possessed some kind of bewitching magic.

With the lady's permission, the two young maids stepped into the steamy bathtub, one on each side.

He gently nestled beside his wife and washed her body.

Have nobles and maids become this close now?

Xia Lin was somewhat surprised. Although he knew that there were often various rumors in aristocratic circles, the scene he witnessed was still beyond his expectations.

Next, the Baroness stretched out her finger and gently stroked the surface of the water, creating ripples.

Warm, steamy vapor rose and enveloped the three figures.

The two maids seemed to be in a daze, their bodies limp against the edge of the bathtub, their eyes becoming unfocused.

Just then, the atmosphere in the bathroom became somewhat subtle.

"Xia Lin, don't be fooled by appearances, watch out for that woman! She's draining the life energy of those two maids." Woody's warning exploded in Xia Lin's mind.

Xia Lin snapped out of her daze and looked inside again.

The Baroness stopped what she was doing.

At some point, a bright red sculpture, about the size of a palm, was taken out from a hidden compartment next to the bathtub.

The sculpture was extremely bizarre in appearance—it was a monster with the upper body of a handsome human figure but the lower body of a four-legged goat.

Moreover, the surface of the sculpture has an unsettling dark red sheen.

It looked as if it had been cast from the blood of some kind of creature.

As the Baroness infused a wisp of magic.

The mouth of the half-goat sculpture suddenly opened strangely, spewing out a lingering pink mist.

The mist quickly spread out, enveloping the entire bathtub.

Under the influence of the pink mist, the two young maids, who were already somewhat dazed, became even more intoxicated.

They leaned against the edge of the bathtub, their eyes unfocused, as if immersed in some kind of illusion.

Just at this time.

Xia Lin was horrified to discover that at the moment when the two maids reached a certain emotional peak, a faint light, barely perceptible to the naked eye, rose from their bodies.

Under the influence of the pink mist, this light flowed continuously into the Baroness's body.

After absorbing this energy, the Baroness let out a long, satisfied sigh.

Her already mature and beautiful face became even more firm and youthful at a visible speed, with her skin radiating a healthy, pearly glow, as if she had instantly become a little younger.

In contrast, the two limp maids, though still lingering with pleasure, looked rather ashen.

Her once glossy hair appeared somewhat dull, and even a faint, very fine line appeared at the corner of her eye.

Their condition had clearly deteriorated, as if something had been taken away from them!

"Gods above—what kind of evil thing is this?"

Xia Lin felt a chill run down her spine.

"This thing can actually absorb some kind of life energy by manipulating people's emotions?"

"Xia Lin, you've really caught a big fish this time. This seemingly glamorous baroness is no ordinary noblewoman at all; she's a fallen witch!"

Woody's cold voice echoed in his mind, his tone resolute.

"A witch?"

"That's right. Witches who possess evil, corrupting magic that drains the life essence of others are dangerous beings in this world."

Woody paused, his tone becoming extremely serious: "The half-goat statue she's holding."

If I'm not mistaken, she worships Satir, the demon god of pleasure who reigns over desire, depravity, and revelry in the abyss!

This idol can release a psychedelic mist, completely immersing people in an extreme sensory experience, and then, in the moment when the victim's consciousness is most vulnerable, plundering some of their life essence to maintain eternal youth.

Xia Lin looked at the baroness in the bathtub, who was caressing her young skin with a cruel smile on her lips.

I've begun to believe Woody's judgment.

"It seems there's more to this Baron's mansion than meets the eye—"

His figure slowly disappeared into the shadow of the oak tree.

Just minutes after Xia Lin, as silently as a gecko, slid down the old oak tree into the night and completely left the Baroness's back garden, "creak."

The patterned wooden door to the bathroom was pushed open without any politeness.

No notification was needed, and no guards dared to stop him, because in this baron's mansion, only the baron's only son, and the sole legal heir of the baron's mansion, Young Master Dean, was qualified to do so.

If Xia Lin were still in the tree, he would definitely be surprised by the appearance of this young master.

But clearly, the people in the bathroom were used to it.

The two young maids, who were now slumped on the edge of the bathtub as if their bones had been removed, were now unconscious.

The baroness, who had just absorbed some kind of energy and was radiant, showed not the slightest panic or embarrassment even when she was soaking naked in warm water full of rose petals in front of her nominal stepson.

She leaned lazily against the edge of the wooden tub, her fair arms, glistening with water droplets, resting on the rim, her long legs appearing and disappearing beneath the clear water.

She looked Dean up and down in his well-tailored dress with her captivating eyes, a playful, seductive smile playing on her lips.

"Oh, look who this is? Our young master Dean, who always visits late at night."

The Baroness stuck out her tongue and licked her rosy lips, her voice husky and seductive, "What? Is my handsome stepson feeling lonely on this quiet night?"

Why don't you take off those cumbersome clothes and come in to have a glass of red wine with me and these two cuties?

After all, we had quite a good time together on those nights long ago, didn't we?

As she spoke, she deliberately picked up a damp rose petal with her fingertip.

However, faced with this scene that would move any normal person, Dean's handsome but pale face showed not the slightest fluctuation.

His eyes were as cold as a stone just pulled out of an ice hole in the dead of winter.

That was before, but things are different now, you wicked woman!

Dean thought coldly to himself.

Looking at the beautiful snake before him, he recalled the miserable state of his adopted father.

That old man was a respected baron in the city, but in reality, he was nothing more than a fool driven by desire.

He fell madly in love with this so-called "fallen noblewoman" who appeared out of nowhere, and then squandered his life in endless indulgence day after day.

To outsiders, the old baron died of illness.

But in Dean's eyes, that fool was simply drained dry by the venomous snake.

"I'm not that stupid father."

Dean raised his chin slightly, his heart filled with disdain and ambition.

Women were merely stepping stones for him to climb higher.

He was very young, and the word "power" was the only word in his dictionary.

In this intricately connected city, he has secretly cultivated relationships with several wealthy and powerful business conglomerates. As long as he can obtain what the woman in front of him promises him, those high-ranking nobles will become his puppets.

Let alone a mere baron, he is confident that he can trample the throne of an earl or even a duke under his feet!

Of course, this is all predicated on the fact that he now has to suppress his disgust and cooperate with this woman who worships an evil god.

Dean frowned, pulled a clean white handkerchief from his pocket, and covered his mouth and nose, seemingly disgusted by the strong, psychedelic scent in the bathroom.

"Stop with your tricks that only work on fools, madam."

Dean spoke coldly, his tone carrying an unquestionable command.

"Don't you know that the church's hounds have been coming here by following the scent lately?"

You'd better tone it down, or you'll end up tied to the stake in the North City Square and roasted to a crisp.

The baroness's flirtatious smile froze for a moment, then she shrugged unhappily and leaned back into the tub: "Oh, dear Dean, you really have no sense of romance."

Who did you inherit your ice-cold personality from?

"Your harsh old father? But I clearly remember he went to heaven with our help."

She deliberately emphasized the word "we," seemingly as a friendly reminder to the man in front of her.

"That's not something you should be concerned about."

He walked to the armchair in front of the bathtub and sat down, his gaze sharp, as if recalling some unpleasant memories.

Yes, the feeling of ending one's own father's life is not pleasant, even if he often beat and scolded him when he was very young.

But he is still his father in name only.

He said to himself.

"According to our agreement, the secret meeting in a few days will be the time for us to fulfill our promise."

Once I help you achieve your goal, you'd better hand over all those secret techniques that allow you to control others to me. And…

Dean leaned forward slightly, his eyes becoming fervent: "Including the method of making and using that thing."

I will make those arrogant noble lords, driven by their inescapable desires, willingly hand over their territories to me!

"Don't worry, my little viper. Our deal is mutually beneficial, and the covenant in the abyss is far more reliable than the oaths of your nobles."

The Baroness chuckled.

She casually played with the water's surface. "But before that, there's a small problem. What are you going to do about dealing with that new stable boy the church hired—that guy named Charlin?"

A sly glint flashed in the Baroness's eyes: "He's been wandering around the various courtyards these past few days, and he reeks of that disgusting church smell."

I'm afraid that at the gathering, the mole planted by the church might accidentally attract those troublesome flies from the church, and then our fun will be in trouble.

I'm sure this isn't the outcome you wanted, is it?

Upon hearing the name Xia Lin, Dean's face instantly revealed a cold and ruthless sneer, a stark contrast to the gentle demeanor he had shown when he first met Xia Lin, as if he were a completely different person.

"That idiot? He's just a church rat I deliberately let in."

Dean twirled the sapphire ring on his finger, as if everything was under his control. "Does the Church think they can control everything by planting a spy? These old fogies are ridiculously naive."

"I brought him in to cover for the bishops in the church, to make them think that things were still under their surveillance."

Dean stood up and said, "As for him? Once the party is over and I've gotten what I want, I'll just find some excuse to get rid of him."

Who would care about a mangled corpse that died in a horse-riding accident?

After all, in this game of power, there is never a shortage of necessary sacrifices.

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