Wolfgang-Lamel lies on the bed drunk. In the smiling dragon tavern below, there was the sound of carnival. Even the thick Bultanian carpets on the floor and the heavy, lead-based Tirya glass on the windows cannot completely suppress it. He drank the bottle of Istana sherry, stretched it out, enjoying the caress of satin sheets against his skin.

With a nostalgic sigh, he closed the old book at the Caesars Bookstore, which he bought for the first time in the strange bookstore in the capital. To be honest, he feels that the content of the current book is too simple, and the posture of the couple with pictures is also tedious. In this border town, there may be only one thing that is somewhat interesting, but at this time of year, where to get a big python?

He got up from the bed and wrapped his silk robe tightly to cover the red spots on his chest. He touched the smooth silk robe and smiled. The dress was a gift from a savvy traveler, Salsa Gray, who was a guest of Earl Emmanuel Rao and a rare book of Van Nieu Another patron of the book and collectibles mall. She spent an interesting evening with Wolfgang at the famous brothel "Vellera's darling" at Heidelberg University.

Their discussion is very wide and involves many topics. As she herself has, this period of time has proved that she knows many hidden philosophies and hidden secrets of many mysterious cults. Despite his lack of interest in the details of the Srevis worship, she has always been one of the most exciting partners-one of the many that Wolfgang met during his time in Heidelberg.

Wolfgang now misses the college age. He felt sorry for this backcountry town, where there were only a group of peasant girls with round faces and third-rate prostitutes who had no imagination. He often regarded his time in Heidelberg nostalgicly as a golden period that he could never return to in his life. When his father sent him to the best university in the Marnus empire, the education he received was not exactly the kind of education his father imagined, but in that university, Wolfgang was outstanding student. His teacher was the most bohemian son of that era. Unfortunately, he did not achieve such good results in more traditional studies. Finally, his mentors wrote to his father to let him know what they thought about him.

Thought about this, Wolfgang laughed out loud. Truth! If the shrivelled old man knew anything about the real situation of his activities, they would go to the witch hunter. If his father knew the truth, then he would not simply threaten to deprive him of inheritance; he would banish himself into the woods to find Heinrich, his puffy cousin Dalfis, that is The man who ate until he was like a ball of dough. There are rumors that he was caught while baking his mother's ears. Such stories show that local citizens lack imagination.

How much do these people who lack imagination know about the worship of the **** Srevis, the true **** of pain and joy? He picked up the statue beside the bed and looked closely. The jade carving is nearly perfect; it shows a hermaphrodite image, with the exception of a cloak that has been unfolded to cover the exposed one-sided chest and is naked. One arm attracted the audience; a silver smile flashed on its beautiful face, perhaps a contemptuous smile. Wolfgang studied it with emotions like a hobby. No, how can those foolish fools know the worship of the true God?

Wolfgang discovered some secrets in the catacombs underground in Heidelberg, which were enough to keep him conscious. Their weak souls will be destroyed by the strange call that happened in the murderous house in Commelz. Even in their craziest imagination, they could not imagine what he saw in the brothel outside the public cemetery on the edge of the city, where the mutated prostitute served the fallen nobles in the so-called night circus.

Wolfgang saw the truth: the world is destroying; the forces of darkness gathered their power; the man was a sick, depraved guy who hid his desire behind a decent mask. He does not need such hypocrisy. He turned to a **** who provided ecstasy in the world, rather than an uncertain afterlife. Before the end of all things, he will know the ultimate meaning of human life. He was amused by the truth revealed by the bottle of wine. Once again proves the superiority of Slaves' method.

He placed the book and statue next to his book "The Secrets of the Harems of the Kings of Al-Eba", took a strange fish stick specially made according to his requirements from the bottle, and then put the secret niche Pull the panel to a safe place.

If Dad visits suddenly and finds these things, it's not school

Under the current circumstances, he almost deprived Wolfgang of inheritance. Only the hope of marrying his only son to Heinrich's pig-like sister Yingji saved the old man from giving Wolfengang a penny. Nevertheless, his father does have a great advantage: he may be a boring, gloomy, and mean old tycoon, but he is a hopeless snobbery.

This is the only reason why he sent Wolfgang to college; this is the only reason why he gave him enough money to live like an imperial minister. He wanted the Lamel family to marry aristocratic giants, even if Wolfgang found it ridiculous, but even if he was a man, for the old Lamel, his son would marry even if he married the noble daughter. Although the Heinrich family was married and had a poor family, they were undoubtedly such aristocrats. Yes, his father had dreamed that his grandson would have the favor of the emperor. Think about what this is good for business, he often exclaimed.

This special fish stick with a strange smell stung Wolfgang's tongue. He wondered whether Claytonman added more magic stones as he requested. It gives this medicine a special taste. Even now, he can imagine the pale and nervous face of the alchemist, warning him of the danger of being exposed to the magic stone. However, his acquaintances in Heidelberg gave him some interesting information about alchemists. As long as he knew Claytonman's secret, he would do what he asked. Wolfgang felt funny when he thought of the expression of fear and hatred on the old man's face. Maybe it's time to trouble the alchemist for the poison-Dad has become quite annoying lately.

Unconsciously, the clock struck twelve times and Wolfgang shivered. This specially made fish stick makes this sound like the bell of the Temple of Marnus. He glanced at the clock. It is shaped like the residence of Marnus and built like a high, gabled temple. The strange fish stick obscures its outline, giving the dwarf who appeared from the inside of the machine, playing the gong and drum, a strange and vivid feeling.

At this time, Wolfgang realized that the girl was late. Maybe this is forgivable. Few people can have an accurate clock like him. This is a fine work of art made by the best dwarf artisans in the imperial capital. However, the **** was still late! He asked her to pay for her lateness later. In his cabinet are some of the best orc hide whips and some more sophisticated entertainment tools.

He stumbled to the fire, and the smell of wine and strange fish sticks made him awkward. The last time he checked whether the bearskin rug was in the correct position. He didn't know why he had to pay so much for a peasant girl. But he knew that he did this not for her, but for himself and his true God ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ The more joy he gave himself, the happier the hedonistic god.

He went to the window, opened the damask curtains, and looked out through the thick dent glass window. There is no trace of that girl. Wait, what's that? A girl like her came along the street. Something was tangled in his weird and dull mind. Should n’t she be serving downstairs? What is she doing outside this time at night? The fog is thick, maybe not her.

Anyway, as long as she comes, then what does it matter? Wolfgang heard the stairs crunching in the light tapping. He was very happy that he had been entangled with his father, so he was now sleeping in the upper room of the smiling dragon tavern. It greatly simplifies life. He guessed that his father had succumbed to his pleading, because despite his repeated statements, his father really did not want to know what his heir was doing.

Wolfgang stumbled to the door. Despite drinking alcohol and taking medicine, he still felt excited. The strange fish stick stung him. He had to admit that the girl had a kind of rural beauty, and in the dim light, she might be regarded as a rascal. Soon, he will introduce her the secrets of Slaves in an appropriate and approving way.

Someone gently knocked on the door tentatively. Wolfgang opened it. Fog drifted in along his fingers. Greta stood there wrapped in a cheap cloak.

"Welcome," Wolfgang vaguely slipped his robe off his shoulder, revealing his naked body. "Look what I brought you."

When she opened her eyes, he was very relieved and very happy. When she opened her mouth to scream, he was not so happy.