[HP] If youth has an ageless face

Sylvia's reply came quickly, saying that her nurse would need a few days to take care of her personal affairs before she could leave.She also told Edwinra very positively that she had nothing to do with Lopez, even though she was technically employed by him.

Lopez... Edwin hesitated when he sealed the letter. Since she and Chatillon had been lovers for a short time, did it mean that she knew a thing or two about his private affairs?

There really seems to be something magical about this castle.Reason told Edwinra that for the sake of her own life, she had better leave as soon as possible, but on the other hand, it attracted her deeply, and made her ignite an urge to dig deep and find out the truth.

Of course, things may not be that simple.Even if she wanted to leave, she might not be able to get away easily.On a question that bothered her recently——was that weird masquerade party and those three weird guests a coincidence or a temptation?

"My dear," Chatillon knocked on her door, and Edwin pulled the owl to send the letter away:

"Here comes."

At her request, he will take her on this hunt, accompanied by Blaise—after the dismissal of the two French nannies, Edwinra has begun to take care of his daily life, so she decides to stay with him for the time being. Chatillon had two bedrooms.Chatillon had no objection to this at all. He even came to visit Blaise from time to time, but he never had any deviant intimacy with Edwin La.

It's kind of weird...he doesn't seem to be fascinated by her beauty, and is even quite lucid.

"He's your son, isn't he?"

The men went to prepare for the hunt. Edwina sat down on the lady's seat with Blaise in his arms, and a gorgeously dressed lady next to her took the initiative to strike up a conversation with her.

"Yes."

She glanced at him, who smiled back.

"Have we met before?"

"Maybe." The other party answered calmly, "I have seen you, Mrs. Zabini, you are very dazzling no matter where you are. But you may not have noticed me."

"Really?" she asked back. "What do you think of my castle?"

"Evil and seductive as always." The lady said, "I noticed your huge portrait. Chatillon was fascinated by your portrait at the beginning, right? You can always see similar stories unfolding on different people."

"Brace, go and play with other children." She found a reason to dismiss Brace, and then sat down again, "You really know about him."

"You know so little."

"What's your name, please?"

"You can just call me Mrs. C—we are used to hiding behind various pseudonyms, but only a few people know our real name."

"Well, Mrs. C, is it because you have dabbled in too many unclean things?"

"Essentially, France is the same as England, never showing off its capital by being romantic, so those romantic scandals can only happen in lesser-known corners... For example, the Castle of Boulogne-the de Chatillon family has passed down from generation to generation of the fief."

"Will you tell me everything?"

"No." Mrs. C replied. At this time, the men who prepared their horses came to ask their wives, girlfriends or female companions to tie ribbons symbolizing blessings on the bows they wore. "It's just a part."

"Madame," Chatillon also rode up to her, "wish me good luck."

Edwin pulled off the pre-prepared ribbon, wrapped it twice around his bow and tied a knot: "Good luck." She added the second half of the sentence in a mysterious way, "Don't be so soon black widow the curse of the

"Don't worry, the goddess of death is on my side." He smiled triumphantly as his eyes met, "My prey will be yours, ma'am."

"He's dangerous and charming, and so are you."

"Why are you willing to come and tell me about him?"

"Because this makes the game more interesting!" Mrs. C giggled, "The duel between Black Widow and Bluebeard...We are all looking forward to it, but the premise is that you are evenly matched. But now you are against him Little is known about it, and it seems to be completely played by him, how can this be?"

"You all know the secret about him and I'm the only one kept in the dark?"

"Don't you have a lot of secrets too, Mrs. Zabini." Mrs. C squinted at her, "Why are so many people crazy because of your beauty—not even a real person, just a photo or portrait? Why do you All three of your husbands died in a strange way? Why would your last two husbands willingly leave the property to you and your son? And what I am most curious about: Is the curse of the black widow real?"

"You might as well speak up."

"Don't be so anxious." Mrs. C asked back, "What do you want to know?"

"What's the secret in that castle?"

"I can't reveal the biggest secret, otherwise it will be boring." Mrs. C shook her fan, "But as you know, under the glamorous skin of this castle is the sanctuary of the so-called 'wizard aristocracy' in France."

"why?"

"Why did this happen? It's a long story." Mrs. C glanced at the men who were gradually disappearing at the edge of the forest, "The No.30 seventh-generation earl of the de Chatillon family married a beautiful wife. She was left alone in the castle during the battle, so she will inevitably feel lonely."

"and then?"

"Then she gradually indulged in pleasure, lovers changed after lovers, and balls were held one after another. Her husband was always away at war and knew nothing about her affairs. Until one day, a masked mysterious Man showed up at her ball. She danced with him and immediately fell in love with him uncontrollably, just like the story should develop. At her begging, man stayed and became her lover , but always refused to take off the mask to show his true face. Under his leadership, witches became more and more unscrupulous as if they were bewitched by the devil. A brothel in aristocratic clothes. This situation continued for a long time, but one day, the lover suddenly told the witch that he no longer loved her, and he decided to leave." Mrs. C paused, "before she knelt down and begged the lover Don't abandon her, he made a request."

"any request?"

"Killed her husband."

"Then?"

"So when the earl came back, she served her husband a glass of poisoned wine. But the earl saw through her trick and accused her of being a witch--in fact, he was a witch--and she was stalked by witch-hunting enthusiasts. The melons were burned alive. The count not only continued to rule the Boulogne Castle, but also soon married his second wife. On the wedding night, there was a strange singing that lingered in the castle for a long time, like the wailing of ghosts." Mrs. C used Said in an operatic tone, "Shortly afterwards, the new countess gave a masquerade ball, at which a man in black and a black iron mask knocked on the gate of the castle..."