When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 925 - 292 Gradual Degradation and Sin
Chapter 925: Chapter 292 Gradual Degradation and Sin
Count Dorn said with a smile, “I really enjoy playing with you young people; it makes me feel as though I’ve not aged at all.”
“You’re not old at all!”
Christina flattered clumsily.
Count Dorn laughed heartily, “Oh no, I’m already over a hundred years old.”
Christina gasped in shock, “You are already—”
“Oh, you may not know yet, huh? I am a Transcendent of the Fifth Power Level.”
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Count Dorn said with a smile, “But I am different from all you clever folks… I am from the Society side, the Rose Society was founded by me.”
“Society,” that was the organization of Demon Scholars.
Noticing that the person she had initially refused was actually a Transcendent of the Fifth Power Level—Christina felt fear that nearly made her tremble, but at the same time, she also felt an inexplicable sense of pride and regret.
The pride came from being noticed by such a significant figure; and the regret was for not having accepted the offer back then!
Christina bit her lip, feeling somewhat wronged.
If you had told me earlier, I wouldn’t have just refused like that…
“However,” Count Dorn said affectionately, placing his hand on her shoulder, “even though the secretary position is gone… you still have an opportunity.
“That Ballet Society of yours, there should be quite a few girls interested in finding part-time work, right? It just so happens that quite a lot of VIP guests come to visit me here. I could invite them to perform… but it is somewhat inconvenient for me to get in touch with them directly.”
“I’ll contact them!”
Christina blurted out, “I have a pretty good reputation at school, I should be able to bring over twenty people… and if you need more, there can be more!”
And after that came the surge of shame and guilt, followed closely by a reckless sense of liberation.
She naturally knew what Count Dorn was implying, and also knew what job she was about to do.
But that… is still considered a job, isn’t it?
Compared to the despairing future of being unable to repay my debts, at least… it could save me for a bit longer—
“Not bad.”
Count Dorn patted her shoulder with satisfaction, “Don’t leave tonight, Christina.
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“Let me enjoy your beautiful dance alone once again.”
“Yes, Earl.”
Christina replied softly and obediently stood behind Count Dorn.
After all the guests had left, Count Dorn took Christina to the bedroom.
The servants very tactfully left them alone after preparing tea.
Christina, while suppressing her shame, nervousness, and unease, observed her unfamiliar surroundings.
The room was decorated with dark red, black, and dark gold—Christina knew that this style was the aesthetic of the late Empire period. This color scheme and design were very popular among the old nobility of Star Antimony.
In the corner of the room, there were some odd and curious items.
There was an Eastern-style folding screen, an indoor fountain, a fireplace that burned even in summer, and a huge round bed soft enough for at least six people to lie down side by side—and the most peculiar and most embarrassing for her was the giant mirror directly facing the bed.
There were many mirrors in the room, but most were ordinary full-length mirrors. There were also small round mirrors placed together with ancient large portraits. However, the mirror at the foot of the bed appeared to be twenty or thirty meters long and two or three meters high. It practically “replicated” the entire room, and just staring at it made Christina feel a bit dizzy.
And at that moment.
Count Dorn suddenly asked, “Is the door closed?”
“What?”
Christina unconsciously asked.
“It’s all closed.”
Suddenly, a low and mature female voice came out of nowhere.
And in that giant mirror, where Count Dorn had been standing, there was now a strange woman in his place—
She was almost the complete opposite of Count Dorn.
Count Dorn had black hair, and the woman had white hair; his hair was thin, while the woman’s cascaded down to her waist; he was not tall and had a big belly, while her figure was exquisite, and her stature nobly tall like an Elf.
And most crucially, her skin was brown, the whites of her eyes were black, while the pupils were gold, opposing Count Dorn’s blue eyes.
Besides that, her attire matched Count Dorn’s almost exactly—only it was symmetrical and in reverse colors.
“Anything interesting happen outside today?”
Count Dorn asked casually, sitting down on the edge of the bed with Christina in his arms.
Whereas Christina widened her eyes, her body tensed. She stared at herself in the mirror, also lifted by the woman, experiencing a strong sense of disorientation for a moment.
“Indeed, something did.”
The woman in the mirror answered, “There was a murder at the White Dove Opera House—Viscount Conley is the culprit, he killed several blood servitors.”
“Oh? What madness possessed him… Is it because of that Ritual?”
“It should be.”
The woman in the mirror suddenly replied: “Viscount Conley is here to see you, would you like to see him?”
“Let’s meet him, let him in.”
Count Dorn pondered for a moment but casually said: “It’s to give his ‘parent’ some face.”
As soon as his voice fell, suddenly one of the full-length mirrors turned black—it was the color of the night outside.
And it seemed he had just taken a bath, with steam still emanating from his body and his blonde hair not yet completely dry, the man strode into the room.
He was dressed in a fluffy, fleece-lined brown smoking jacket, bringing with him a rush of tobacco scent.
At this time, Count Dorn was peeling the clothes off Christina.
She initially didn’t react and even hugged Count Dorn back.
But seeing a stranger barge into the room, she suddenly started resisting vigorously: “No, Earl, wait…”
Slap—
Count Dorn casually slapped her face with a loud smack, and Christina instantly became unresponsive, as if her soul had been drained in a moment.
Viscount Conley only glanced at her and didn’t look at her again, as if she were just a piece of furniture in the room.
He just hurriedly said: “Earl—my ‘father’ is Count Leipzig!”
“Uh-huh? So what?”
Count Dorn replied casually.
The yellow skirt was too complicated to remove, so he became impatient and lightly tugged at it.
Like invisible blades passing through, it shredded into pieces in an instant. The goose-yellow fabric fluttered like butterflies, and Christina remained motionless as if her soul had been taken away.
“You’re planning some grand ritual, you could at least avoid me!” Viscount Conley’s words were very aggressive.
His eyes blazed with unflinching anger: “Although my ‘father’ is not in Leipzig at the moment, that is no excuse for you to play with his city at will—”
“Oh, so what?”
Count Dorn still showed no reaction.
He arrogantly looked up at Viscount Conley with undisguised sneers and disdain in his eyes: “Even your ‘father’ wouldn’t dare talk to me like that.”
“I am protecting Leipzig for him, and you’re destroying Leipzig.”
“Your way of protecting Leipzig is to kill people in public? Respect our game rules, young man.”
“It’s because of you—”
Viscount Conley’s voice grew louder, and the anger in his eyes more intense.
—Snap.
Count Dorn suddenly snapped his fingers.
In an instant, Viscount Conley disappeared.
He was trapped in the mirror he came from, and immediately after, he was bound and hung upside down from the ceiling inside the mirror.
And then, Count Dorn leisurely said: “First, it wasn’t me. The ritual related to ‘rage’ outside is too conspicuous, not my style.
“I’m busy with my ritual… look, high-quality Fallen Souls.”
Saying this, Count Dorn pinched Christina’s chin: “This is the ritual I am preparing.”
Her eyes were lusterless, now just a puppet—the slap had directly sent her soul out of her body.
If one used spiritual sight, they would see the bed piled with many female souls, confined and transparent pale purple spiritual bodies emitting silent screams.
Underneath the large round bed laid a Ritual Magic Circle for trapping souls!
“Secondly, I’m busy with my ritual because your father and his foolish father want to deal with me.
“Third… who allowed you to talk to me like that?”
In an instant, the viscount in the mirror was torn apart by countless invisible blades, then turned to ash and reassembled, only to be torn apart again.
—And at this moment, the woman in the mirror suddenly said: “Someone is outside, they say they brought a gift from Count Leipzig…”
“…Oh?”
Count Dorn paused for a moment, somewhat surprised: “So soon? A coincidence?
“…Never mind, let’s give him some face. No need to fall out with him.”
He stopped the action of continuously killing Viscount Conley, tossed the soulless Christina on the bed like rubbish: “Bring in the gift first, let’s see—by the way, what is the gift?”
“It’s a sculpture of a girl glowing with rainbow light, I think it’s quite artistic. I haven’t seen it before either.”
“You haven’t seen it either? Interesting, bring it in for me to see.”
Count Dorn got interested.
