I'm in Terra

Despite this, Victoria noticed that some nobles were leaving the venue. To them, only Mr. Czerny's performance could be considered a musical feast. As for the others, they were just entertaining themselves.

Watching the young girl's innocent performance on stage, Victoria fixed his gaze on Gertrude, who also remained motionless. "Come to think of it, I heard there's going to be a special surprise in this performance. Could it be Mr. Czerny's encore?"

Gertrude, who knew the inside story, smiled subtly: "Just enjoy it slowly, she will give you a surprise."

As song after song was played, the atmosphere of the concert gradually became tense. Just when everyone thought that this concert would end perfectly like the previous ones, all the lights on the stage suddenly turned on.

The audience, who were originally a little restless, fell silent in an instant, and the nobles who had left halfway also quietly returned to their nearest seats. Whenever the lights in the Sunset Hall were all turned on, it meant that a performer worthy of this concert hall was about to take the stage.

For example, Mr. Czerny, and for example...

A light and melodious cello music emanated from backstage, arriving before the audience even arrived. Just a short melody was enough to captivate the audience.

A beautiful... no, absolutely beautiful girl took the stage. Her long, smooth, jet-black hair fluttered as she played. Her simple black and white dress, draped over her, resembled a luxurious, elegant dress. Even more striking was her unusual crown of thorns, a dark, thorn-lined head. At first glance, it gave one a sense of taboo and decadence.

Is she a demon leading the way to corruption? Or a dark angel playing with the world?

Her music will tell you the answer.

"This is......"

Victoria opened his eyes slightly. The girl on the stage was very familiar to him. Although he had thought about whether he would meet this girl before he set off, when he actually saw her, he found that all words had lost their power.

"Do you know her?" Gertrude slumped in the chair, and her body became more and more relaxed as Arturo played beautifully.

"I kind of know her, but I didn't expect the lady to be able to invite her to the stage."

Gertrude shook her head: "I'm surprised too. Maybe I've been lucky lately?"

"Really? That would be great."

Wine pond and meat forest: 144 Dark night, people die

Arturo Giallo.

No one knows the meaning of this name better than him. The names of Vanilla Top and Dark Chocolate Top are just jokes passed down by doctors. The real Arturo is more dangerous than anyone else.

But at the same time, she is more beautiful than anyone else.

The melodious piano sounds became more and more intense. The spellcasting device installed inside the Sunset Hall spread the piano sounds imbued with Originium skills to every corner of the hall. The originally puzzled crowd gradually closed their eyes and enjoyed the notes that were like a vast ocean.

It looked just like Mr. Czerny's performances, but Victori knew that Arturo's skills were far more sophisticated and her purpose more cunning than that of the stuffy musician.

Thus, Victor broke free from the shackles of music. Under Kashena's teaching, his understanding of the soul had become quite sensitive. With the power of the black snake as a safeguard, Victor could easily isolate himself from the touch of sound.

So he became an outsider in the entire Sunset Hall, calmly watching Arturo who was immersed in the performance.

When the song ended, the audience closed their eyes in deep thought, mesmerized. The musician on the stage opened his eyes and looked curiously at the only man in the audience who had his eyes open.

Her music was rejected, something no one could have done except Federico, who was inherently incapable of empathy, and the men in the audience who actively rejected her.

It was as if he knew what she wanted to do.

After their eyes met, the young man nodded gracefully at her, then gently hugged his female companion.

Arturo smiled slightly, stood up and saluted gracefully, and then left the stage without hesitation.

Intimate music, just one song was enough, she had heard what she wanted from that lovely girl.

"Victory Kalashnikov? Interesting man."

The performance ended, and five minutes after Arturo left, the audience began to wake up. They all looked up at the center of the stage, then sighed in disappointment and left. Arturo's music had captivated everyone.

"As expected of the famous Sakota, that lady's musical attainments are truly amazing." Gertrude was one of the first people to wake up in the crowd, and the moment she woke up, she realized that Victoria seemed to have woken up long ago.

Victoria nodded, quietly waiting for Dorothy to come back to her senses. "Indeed, I really should get out more often. The outside world is full of surprises. After this is over, I'd like to try to get that lady over. Chatting with her would definitely be beneficial."

"Is that so?" Gertrude smiled and stood up, seemingly uninterested in the 'things' Victoria was talking about. "I had a wonderful day today, but unfortunately, I'm tied up with mundane matters and have to go back to attend to government affairs. I hope we'll have the chance to meet again in the future, unknown brother~"

Victoria didn't answer, but watched Gertrude walk to the gate. "We'll meet again, and maybe I'll give you a surprise then."

In the distance, Gertrude paused briefly before pushing the door open and leaving the Sunset Room. A few minutes later, Miss Dorothy blearily opened her eyes and glanced at the stage with some disappointment. "Is that the end?"

Victoria smiled slightly and pinched Dorothy's small mouth lovingly: "If you want, you can still hear her performance in the future."

Dorothy curled her lips in disdain and dodged Victoria's strange hand. "Tsk, you must be attracted to her. But it's not easy to pursue a musician who looks like she's out of touch with the world."

"If all else fails, then force it." Victoria laughed mischievously. "Catch him and play captivity. Doesn't that sound like fun?"

Ah Tao's cheek twitched. She had long been resistant to Victoria's shamelessness. "You're the one with the most devious ideas, huh? That Countess is gone too? Isn't she your target?"

"Speaking too fast won't get the message across." Victory raised his head, his eyes glancing at someone still in the music hall. "Let's go have dinner first. We still have work to do tonight. Once we've prepared the 'gifts', we'll pay a formal visit to the Countess."

"I'll do as you say~~~"

After the music appreciation session, Victoria first took Dorothy backstage, donated a sum of gold, and received an invitation signed by Czerny himself. He then took Dorothy out for some food and fun, strolling around Visheim.

At the same time, Zorn, who was running a shop on the edge of the Sunset District, suddenly picked up a communicator and gave a few instructions in a low voice.

It is true that the matter of Visheim is the key point, but that does not mean that Victori intends to give up the chance encounter with Arturo. If he does not find her now, who knows where she will go in a few days.

Besides, the Snake Scales are extremely efficient. They have already figured out the details of those remnants. Now that Victoria and Dorothy have arrived, the absence of two Snake Scales will not affect the efficiency of handling things.

At night, Victoria brought Dorothy back to the hotel. They took a good shower in the bathroom and changed into comfortable clothes.

The snakes have been casting their nets for many days, and today is the time to harvest.

As the night deepened, two figures, one tall and one short, appeared on the gradually quiet street. Victoria looked at the empty street and clapped his hands gently.

In the alley, fully armed snake-scales appeared from the corner. Some of them were in casual clothes and held daggers, while others had nothing in their hands and just stood aside calmly.

In the darkness, Zorn put on his mask and knelt before Victoria. "I've confirmed three times that there are only forty-four active remnants of the Visheim group left."

Victoria raised an eyebrow. "In such a huge city, only forty-four people remained. It seems those remaining members didn't have an easy time. Have you finalized the list and positions?"

Zorn nodded. "It has been arranged. With just one order from you, they will all sleep forever before dawn."

"A quick victory, leave the largest stronghold to me."

"Yes." Zorn nodded without hesitation and handed over a piece of paper with the address. "A mansion in the northwest of Visheheim. Its owner is the leader of the largest chamber of commerce in Visheheim. There are twelve related people in the mansion and more than twenty unrelated people."

Victor glanced down at the note. It showed the place he and Dorothy had been to, so he handed it to Dorothy, letting it completely disappear. "It doesn't matter. They will be necessary sacrifices. We must complete the goal before dawn, and then gather here. If you're short on manpower, let me know and I'll take action."

"Yes!"

Wine and Debauchery: 145 The Countess's Surrender

Tick-tock————

Drops of water dripped from the air, emitting the smell of blood.

Didi————

The faint ringing of the bell woke up Gertrude from her sleep. Because of her insomnia, she slept very lightly, and the slightest noise was enough to wake her up.

What's more, the thing that made the sound was the source of her nightmares.

Not caring about her messy pajamas, Gertrude rushed to the desk as fast as she could and connected the communicator that only she knew how to use. In her panic, she even forgot to put on her shoes, so she listened carefully to the voice on the other end of the line in her bare feet.

"......I am here."

After introducing herself as usual, Gertrude forced herself to calm down. She didn't know why those people wanted to see her so late at night. She just hoped not to hear any bad news from them.

It looks like I'm going to have insomnia again tonight, Gertrude thought.

But to her surprise, the other end of the line didn't have the usual cold, emotionless male voice. Instead, it fell into an uncharacteristic silence. Gertrude's heart sank, and the chill of the floor crept through her feet, but she didn't dare move.

"...Open the door to the room."

After waiting for a long time, a man's voice finally came from the phone, but the content of his words made Gertrude feel like she was falling into an ice cave.

"Did I do something wrong? Or did something unexpected happen? Can you give me a little more time? I will definitely fulfill my promise!"

But no matter how she begged, there was no response from the other end of the phone. Gertrude sat on the ground in despair, like a puppet with its strings pulled out.

The day finally arrived, much sooner than she'd imagined. Why wouldn't those remnants give her any more time? Was it because the Ursus had alerted them? Or was it...

Tick-tock————

Amidst her chaotic thoughts, the sound of falling water awakened Gertrude's senses. In the silent and deserted night, the sound of dripping water outside the door was so harsh.

Whether it was an illusion or not, Gertrude seemed to smell blood. She scrambled to her feet, dispirited, and fumbled for the small harp beside her bed. If she had to face death, she would fight to the bitter end.

"I advise you not to overestimate your abilities and open the door."

But the next second, the cold voice on the phone completely shattered her courage. She recalled the fate of the toys that had been fiddled with by the remnants of the party, the statues and musical instruments that were living a life worse than death...

Gertrude put down her harp and stumbled to the door. Through the wooden door, she could hear breathing outside and the sound of dripping water.

She opened the door.

The next second, Gertrude's eyes widened, and she couldn't help but take a few steps back. Standing outside the door wasn't the remnant of the gang in black robes and masks she had imagined, but the young man she had enjoyed music with that morning.

Could he be the assassin sent by the remnants of the Communist Party? Were the words he said at the concert that morning warnings and hints?

Gertrude's gaze gradually shifted downwards, and finally she froze in place.

She saw the source of the dripping sound—a human head, a familiar head.

She remembered that the other party was a famous wealthy man in Visheim, and she had once had dinner with him in order to gain his support...

"The head of the remnant leader. I hope you like this belated gift." Looking at Gertrude's pale and frightened expression, Victoria threw the head on the ground.

"Perhaps I should thank the previous two lords for their impressive management. The number of remnants within Visheheim is even smaller than I expected. I thought it would take two or three days to clean it up, but one night was enough."

One night? Gertrude glanced at the clock. It was only just past midnight. The man in front of her said it took him all night to deal with the remnants, but in reality, it hadn't been more than four hours, had it?

Taking a deep breath of cold air, Gertrude slumped down on her bed. "If he's the remnant... who are you?"

"Victory, Victory Kalashnikov. A little-known Ursus." Victor smiled and snapped his fingers, and a familiar person walked out of the door.

Dressed in black, Zorn walked into the room expressionlessly and handed the communicator to Victor. He then expertly lifted the head, wiped away any remaining traces, and closed the door.

"Hey hey——"

Victoria put the phone to his lips to test the sound, and soon the same processed voice came from Gertrude's communicator.

At this point, Gertrude had to believe that the nightmare that had haunted her for years had completely disappeared, and the handsome young man in front of her was the hero who saved her from the nightmare.

Gertrude's heart was pounding, and she couldn't help but unbutton the first two buttons of her pajamas to cool her hot breasts.

This extremely bold action attracted Victoria's attention. He pinched Gertrude's chin with one hand and slowly moved the other hand down.

Gertrude wasn't afraid, but instead a hint of surprise crossed her mind. The beauty she had worked so hard to maintain, the body she had meticulously cared for, had finally been recognized by others, and finally had its due value.

She had a premonition that, unlike those venomous insects who hid their heads and showed their tails, the young man in front of her was a true leader, a mountain top that she could only look up to but could not reach.

Victoria was no frivolous hero. Since the beauty had invited him so graciously, he naturally wouldn't hesitate. His hands expertly caressed Gertrude's body, while his mouth gently nudged her ear.

"Is this your first time?"

"I am." Without hesitation, Gertrude took Victoria's hand and led him downstairs. "After I came of age, I became the Count of Visheim. This remote town doesn't need the so-called aristocratic social life, and those remnants have never treated me as a human being."

"That's a waste of talent," Victor scoffed, taking off his coat. His muscular body, exposed to the air, completely caught Gertrude's attention.

"It's their loss, and your sorrow, to ignore a beautiful woman before their eyes. But from today on, everything will be different."

"Hmm~"

Under the impact of the scorching flames, the spider web was instantly ignited. Victoria hugged Gertrude and released his anger without stopping.

"what!!!"

The Countess, who should have been a veteran of battle, screamed like a deer as the scorching flames burned every part of her body.

Make her crazy, make her confused.

The question of who is the master and who is the servant came to an end at this moment.

"I have several things for you to do, Gertrude. If you can accomplish them, I will give you a handsome reward."

"Yes, my Lord~~~ But before that...it's still early before dawn."

Wine and Meat: 146 Forming a team

Soreness, swelling, and tenderness.

Gertrude was a light sleeper, but yesterday was an exception. After a night of revelry, she was left with a deep sense of exhaustion and an indescribable sense of peace.

She didn't know why a man who looked ten years younger than her had such an irresistible aura. She only knew that her future was no longer a dark tightrope, and that Victoria might be able to be her support...

Gertrude didn't realize why she had such immature thoughts after struggling with it since adulthood. Or, even if she did, she wouldn't care anymore. Many times, trust doesn't need a reason; it's an intuition that comes from the heart.