Chapter 276: Twins, Light and Dark

Chapter 276: Twins, Light and Dark

Celestial Sect?

Hastur indeed had some knowledge about this organization. He remembered it as a sect that worshipped the Mother Tree of Desire , specializing in making people have children. It was a true cult of desire and reproduction.

Hastur asked in confusion, "Have they targeted me?"

"No, but the method of arranging these blood-red spheres is very similar to theirs."

"It does seem a bit like them, all aimed at awakening the reproductive desires within the human body, and then having a child in extreme pleasure."

Sharon looked at Hastur for a while without speaking.

"Ahem, my understanding of them is only from books, I haven't experienced it personally," Hastur quickly added.

Sharon asked indifferently, "Which book did you read it in?"

Hastur forced a smile, "That's not important. What's important is that the people of this sect are not good."

He couldn't possibly say he saw it from Mr. Fool, could he?

"What do you plan to do about this?" Sharon's gaze shifted to the occasionally wriggling bedding on the floor.

"Will something happen if we leave it alone?"

"Not sure."

"If it's the purification ability of a Sun pathway Beyonder, it should work, right?"

"Maybe."

Sharon also had no experience with these matters; she only knew that such an organization existed.

Hastur and Sharon stared at each other for a while, then looked away.

Sharon offered, "Do you need me to investigate?"

Hastur shook his head, "No need, let's wait until we leave here and then slowly settle accounts with them."

This place was not suitable for action. After all, nobles needed to maintain their dignity and couldn't let too obvious things be reported back to Backlund.

The next day, just as dawn broke, the pair of sisters lying on the floor finally woke up from the enchanting dreams of the previous night.

They looked at each other, seeing the blush on each other's faces. The events of last night were imprinted in their minds, causing their hearts to race and their bodies to go weak every time they recalled it.

Could it be that the young lord liked men?

Otherwise, they had already turned into that state last night, and any man would have reacted.

Nobles were indeed complicated. Such a handsome young noble also had such undesirable interests.

"Meow!"

Aisala walked over with small steps, her deep blue eyes staring at them, scaring them into hiding under the covers.

"Aisala, come here."

Hastur beckoned, and Aisala jumped into his arms, letting him stroke her head.

When Hastur got up and left the room with Aisala in his arms, the two sisters finally breathed a sigh of relief. They peeked outside, and seeing the door closed with no one else in the room, they began to whisper.

The younger girl hugged the covers tightly, her chin resting on them, eyes red, "Sister, what should we do? This noble lord has no interest in us. If the Duke finds out we failed our task, he will surely torture us to death."

The other girl patted her cold hand, comforting her softly, "It's okay, we still have a chance. We will definitely succeed in bearing this noble lord's child."

"Sister, this noble lord is really young and handsome. Before coming, I was worried he would be a pot-bellied middle-aged noble."

"No matter how handsome a noble is, they are still nobles. They are not good people. There shouldn't be such creatures as nobles in this world!"

"Shh, sister, we should be careful not to be overheard."

On the table, an ancient mirror flickered with a faint light.

In the villa, Hastur, who was pretending to take a walk but was actually observing, noticed that the servants he encountered, especially the maids, always showed expressions of fear, as if this place was a den of demons, a cage.

By noon, the Duke of Southwell had not yet appeared. Hastur wanted to leave but was stopped by the butler, who said that the Duke had ordered to entertain him well, and if he left early, all the responsible personnel would be severely punished.

Hastur thought for a moment and suggested going out for a walk. The butler quickly arranged a carriage for him, with two soldiers on horseback following closely behind.

In the evening, the Duke of Southwell appeared again, personally hosting a banquet for Hastur, speaking with admiration for him.

He said that when he was young, he was also young and handsome, attracting attention. From noble ladies to ordinary girls, none could resist his charm.

Hastur listened with a gentle smile, quietly hearing the Duke boast about his past romantic affairs, without mentioning the main issue.

Logically, Hastur was sent by the king to help the Duke guard the coastline, and the Duke should hand over some of the coastal port towns' authority to him.

At the very least, he should introduce the current coastal defense issues of Southwell County.

But the Duke clearly did not want to discuss this, and Hastur was not in a hurry. Taking a piece of cake from someone else's plate was not easy.

Three days later, Hastur once again requested to leave, and the Duke reluctantly let him go.

The person seeing him off was Derby Augustus, a member of the royal family sent by the former Duke of Southwell.

Derby Augustus was the nephew of the former Duke and of the same generation as the current Duke.

"Don't think you can act arrogantly in Southwell County with your earl title. I'll be watching you, and don't let me catch you doing anything wrong."

Faced with such blatant threats, Hastur could only seriously remind him that the roads in Southwell County were muddy, and riding a horse could easily cause a fall.

Then, on the way, Derby Augustus fell off his horse three times, twice almost getting his head trampled by horse hooves, and once, most unfortunately, falling face-first into fresh horse urine.

...

"Did you succeed?"

In the villa, the Duke of Southwell lay on the bed, with the sisters who had spent three nights with Hastur kneeling on the floor.

The two girls bowed their heads to the floor, their voices trembling, "We, we don't know..."

"Don't know? How interesting, not knowing about such a thing?" The Duke laughed in anger.

"We really don't know. Every time we entered the room, we quickly fell asleep. When we woke up in the morning, our clothes were torn, and there were some unknown scratches on our bodies. But we don't know if anything happened."

The girls spoke with tears streaming down their faces. They only remembered the first night. On the second and third nights, they fell asleep as soon as they entered the room, waking up to find red scratches on their bodies.

The Duke ordered someone to check their backs and found a dozen scratches, some deep, some shallow.

"Could it be that the young earl likes this kind of play?"

"Haha, he really knows how to play. No wonder such a handsome young man has no romantic rumors in Backlund."

The Duke thought for a while, then waved his hand, ordering the girls to be taken away and cared for, not letting the newly blossomed flowers wither.

...

In Spelling City, Hastur and his party had just gotten off the steam train when Derby Augustus immediately changed his mind about accompanying Hastur to the castle, instead sending two attendants to follow Hastur while he stayed in the city, letting Mayor Ron entertain him.

Hastur regretted this, as he had enjoyed the amusement provided by Derby Augustus along the way.

Switching to a carriage to return to the castle, Hastur briefly introduced the situation to Caius, who quickly understood and led the two attendants away.

With the methods of the Yellow-Robed Monks, dealing with two ordinary attendants was simple. They quickly brainwashed them and reshaped their memories.

After handling the attendants, Caius reported the progress of the road construction, which would take another half month to complete due to the many plantations in Hastur's territory.

After finishing this, Caius whispered, "Lady Lisa wants to see you. Do you want to meet her?"

"What do you think?" Hastur threw the question back to Caius.

Caius, with a stiff expression, said, "Lady Lisa is a very kind person. Without her, our organization would have gone astray long ago."

"Then let's meet."

Hastur agreed, his evaluation of Caius rising slightly.

Caius must have known that Lady Lisa's arrival would threaten his current position, possibly replacing him as the new steward.

But he was still willing to speak well of Lady Lisa, showing that besides her good character, his own nature was also important.

"Greetings, Your Holiness!"

In the study, Lady Lisa's first words almost left Hastur speechless.

He knew she came to surrender, but he didn't expect her to kneel so thoroughly.

Caius, standing by, was equally shocked by her words.

The Pope was the highest leader of the Yellow-Robed Monks. Lady Lisa and Cardiff had always guided everyone as divine envoys, never overstepping as the Pope.

Hastur smiled inscrutably, "I never said I wanted to be your Pope."

Lady Lisa bowed, "Only you are qualified to be our Pope, leading us forward."

"What qualification?"

Hastur was genuinely puzzled. The person who appeared that night to kill Cardiff was completely different from him. She couldn't have known it was his divine vessel.

Lady Lisa, with increasing reverence, murmured in a hoarse voice, "The twin suns sink into the lake, casting long shadows... Twins, light and dark."

(End of Chapter)