It was still the same as in his memory. He closed his eyes and recalled the location he saw when he overheard their conversation.
Then, he slowly walked to the candlestick on the side of the entrance, lit the fire, and lit the ancient silver candlestick.
In the flickering dim candlelight, his face was still wary, with an unspeakable anger.
However, he still slowly reached out and took off the candlestick, and then walked forward with the candlestick in hand.
He didn't know how long he walked before he stopped in front of a huge wall.
He pursed his thin lips tightly, his handsome face showed a hint of sullenness and a hint of unwillingness, and various complex emotions passed through his eyes.
He raised his arm and let the dim candlelight illuminate the oil painting on the wall in front of him.
One after another, lifelike paintings appeared in front of him, coherent and like a complete story.
Murong Lie's deep black eyes stared at this painting, and his face became more and more ugly as his eyes moved. Finally, his face tightened, and his handsome face turned livid.
The painting in front of me is telling an ancient story.
But although this story is hundreds of years ago, it is closely related to me.
And this anecdote from hundreds of years ago, which the Edson family keeps secrets that cannot be known to outsiders and can only be known by insiders of the Edson family, is also unfolded through these wonderful and realistic paintings.
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Mid fifteenth century.
U.K.
In a suburb near London, in an old and gorgeous manor, bursts of laughter and teasing were coming from the large living room, accompanied by the laughter of men and women, and the sound of clothes being torn.
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I saw that every decoration in the gorgeous and extravagant living room was expensive. Even the utensils on which many exquisite foods were placed were made of pure gold and luxuriously inlaid with precious stones. This shows that the quality of this manor is clear.
The owner is extremely wealthy.
However, at this time, the men and women in the living room were all disheveled, half naked, with torn clothes, running and playing on the thick wool carpet.
The owner of the manor: Marquis Avon. At this time, his fat body was only wearing a thin middle coat, and his face was covered with a piece of red silk. He stretched out his hands to touch and scratch everywhere.
"Hahaha... don't let me catch you, otherwise I will make you look good..." He shouted excitedly, his fat face was full of red, and he looked like he was very happy.
In fact, there was almost no day without such fun in Marquis Avon's manor.
Who made him a noble marquis?
A dozen young and beautiful women seemed to be more excited than Marquis Evan, laughing and making seductive noises.
"Come on, Marquis, I'm here..."
"Marquis, I'm here..."
"Marquis, it's a pity that you can't see it. Do you know? I have taken off my clothes now. Do you want to see it? Then come here and catch me, catch me..."
"Marquis, I am here, here, come on, hahaha, catch me, and I will let you do whatever you want..."
The Marquis couldn't see, so he reached out and touched and pinched everywhere, while clucking excitedly.
Although he is fat, his voice is shrill and thin, just like a little bird.
He screamed with excitement in his little bird voice: "Come on, come on, baby, I'm here, you are all mine tonight..."
He grabbed hard and suddenly caught a woman who was unable to escape. The young and beautiful woman's blond hair was originally tied up, but it had already fallen apart during the play. Her strapless red dress had also been torn loose during the play.
, revealing her snow-white plump chest.
At this time, she was caught by Marquis Evan. She couldn't help but smile coquettishly, raised her hand and hit Marquis Evan: "Marquis, you are so annoying, you caught me so quickly!"
Marquis Avon pulled off the red silk covering his eyes, and laughed with a chirping voice: "Then give me a couple of kisses first, hahahaha."
While pouting her plump lips, she kept kissing the beautiful blonde woman's snow-white neck and plump chest, leaving wet lip marks.
The blonde woman smiled coquettishly while pretending to dodge. During the dodge, she inadvertently pulled down the table runner on the table, and immediately knocked over the tall candlestick on the table, and the hot wax dripped down.
On the fat pig's trotters of Marquis Avon.
Marquis Evan screamed in pain and jumped up and down.
The blond woman froze in fear. She reached out and hugged the torn off clothes, and was about to cautiously come over to see how Marquis Evan was doing.
Marquis Evan, who had a big blister on his hand, cursed fiercely. The fat pig's face that had been laughing just now suddenly changed color, and he slapped the blonde beauty who came over hard and knocked her down.
On the ground.
"Smelly woman! How dare you burn me!"
He slapped her to the ground. Not satisfied, he raised his foot again and kicked the blonde woman hard several times, causing the blonde woman to moan continuously.
Marquis Evan kicked several times, and he was out of breath from exhaustion. With a wave of his hand, he called over those men who were also chasing beautiful women and having fun.
"This woman is a reward for you, have fun with it!"
Suddenly, these men smiled, slowly narrowed the circle around the moaning blonde beauty on the ground, and then pounced on her.
"You play up there, and I'll play here, hahaha..."
"You lift her to the table..."
"Hahaha, what's it called? We know you like it. Didn't you play it last time?"
"That's right, didn't the Marquis give you a reward to us last time? Why are you pretending..."
"Don't you understand? She's pretending now to spice things up for us, and she'll scream even louder in a while..."
All the men burst out laughing.
These blond nobles took off their clothes and began to play with the blond beauty placed on the table in various ways, causing her to moan.
On the other side, Marquis Evan sat on the sofa angrily, and a group of beauties immediately surrounded him.
Some put their arms around his shoulders, while others squeezed his arms, flattering him endlessly.
"Master Marquis, don't be angry. Isn't it okay for someone to brag about you?"
As he spoke, a blond beauty lifted up his fat pig's trotter with a big blood blister on it, pouted her little mouth coquettishly, and kept blowing air on him.
Marquis Evan rolled his eyes and chuckled.
"What's the use of blowing here?" He suddenly pushed the beauty down between his legs, "Blow here, maybe I can calm down!"
After a while, his little bird's voice began to moan high and low.
He suddenly hugged a beautiful woman who was hugging him next to him, and kissed her passionately, making the kiss erosive and intoxicating.
The whole living room was in a state of corruption and lust.
The air was filled with the aura of debauchery, and the oil paintings of saints hanging on the walls seemed to have closed their eyes, unwilling to witness all this desolation.
The nobles who look well-dressed look like beasts in heat once they take off their clothes.
Just when the entire living room was exuding a strong smell of lasciviousness, and all kinds of twisted animalistic nature was exuding vividly, at some point, a group of men in black with stern faces, thin and muscular bodies were approaching unknowingly.
This gorgeous and decadent manor.
Marquis Evan was still enjoying the "service" of the beautiful woman, and his face was intoxicated.
Suddenly, a gunshot broke everything.
All the "beasts" who were having intense intercourse were suddenly frightened, and several male nobles were probably so frightened that they became inhumane from now on.
Marquis Avon also suddenly became depressed.
He was stunned for a moment, his face turning blue and white, and then he suddenly stretched out his hand to push the beautiful woman who was stunned with fear between his legs, and let her fall to the side.
The fat pig's trotters slapped the armrest heavily, and he pulled up his pants and stood up fiercely.
"Damn it, who is it? Don't you want to die?"
But then, his pupils dilated, as if he had seen something extremely incredible, and his mouth opened wide at the same time.
I don't know when someone broke into the manor, and dozens of men in black carrying muskets rushed in.
They had stern faces and cold eyes, looking at the noble Marquis as if they were looking at a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered.
"You, you..."
Evan gritted his teeth, but the fat pig's trotters started to tremble first.
"You are... Earl Edson's people!"
He finally said this sentence incompletely.
Everyone knew about Earl Edson, but he didn't know that this demon that everyone feared would come to his door.
Everyone knows that as long as Earl Edson appears, it means the end - the end of status, the end of life, the end of everything.
That devilishly handsome man will ruthlessly deprive anyone who falls into his hands of everything.
There was no one who was not afraid of him, and no one who was not terrified by him saw him.
In addition to his cold-bloodedness and cruelty, the most frightening thing is that he cannot be defeated at all.
When an earl, even a person with a higher status than him, complained about him in front of the queen, the queen would just laugh it off.
What kind of ecstasy did he give the queen?
Let the queen obey his words and let him kill nobles one after another.
It's just that Evan didn't expect that he would be the next tragedy victim.
How could such a terrifying character, who couldn't afford to offend or hide, come to find him?
Could it be...
"It was Earl Edson who asked you to come? Isn't that right? Where are the others?"
Marquis Evan was extremely frightened and frightened, and his bird's voice became even shriller, almost screaming.
As he screamed, the men in black armed with muskets who were guarding the door to prevent the people in the living room from escaping, all made way out of the way and lowered their heads in awe, like