[HP] If youth has an ageless face

Six beautiful white horses pulled a black carriage through the central avenue of the small town, and the hanging curtain was blown up by the wind from time to time to reveal the noble man sitting in it.

"Look—the master of the castle of Boulogne."

"Did you hear about the dead people in the castle a few days ago?"

"But isn't the one who died a servant?"

"The lady's English servant, do you understand?"

"My God... She probably pissed off that devil."

"Ms. Greengrass," Joaquin Pennington turned his head to look at the family crest engraved on the carriage as the carriage passed by, and then caught up with the woman in front, "It's him. What are we going to do? Woolen cloth?"

"Hush!" Sylvia was eavesdropping on the conversation of the two passers-by.

"You said, who is his seventh target?"

"Who knows..."

They didn't talk about anything in particular.It can be seen that the residents here, like them, only know the ghost legend of Boulogne Castle, but know nothing about the inside story.

"We'll just wait as she ordered." Sylvia sighed and looked up at the castle on the hillside.

"Wait? But—how can we get there in time if something happens?"

"You seem anxious?" Sylvia asked meaningfully.Jacques' expression fluctuated, and he quickly turned his head to the other side to stare at the carriage in the distance:

"It's just a journalist's occupational disease."

"Oh."

When Chatillon entered the restaurant, Edwina had been waiting for him for a long time: "I have something to tell you."

"what?"

"Would you like a glass of wine?" Edwinra asked, and before Chatillon could answer, she went to the wine cabinet to choose and took out a bottle of tequila.

From her actions, Chatillon probably guessed what the upcoming conversation should be about. When Edwin handed him the wine glass, he sneered and looked down into her eyes: " Do you like what's in the basement?"

"That depends on what you are talking about." Edwin also raised a cold smile, "That coffin doesn't suit my taste."

"It will suit you very well, dear." At the same time Chatillon's words fell, the devil's eyes emitted scorching heat, and Edwin shook his hand, almost spilling the wine.She stabilized her mind and tried her best to ignore the sharp pain in her chest:

"Irene's death was also caused by you, right? Imperius Curse?"

"I don't like spells," Chatillon sipped his wine, "I like herbs."

"I understand."

"Didn't you expect her death?" Chatillon said softly, "When you used her to test me, you already made up your mind to sacrifice her?"

"You finally admitted it." Edwin stared at him, "Then what should I call you - Raphael or Godefroy? You are so interesting... Change your identity to test whether your wife treats you Loyal, but what you seem to want is their cheating—"

"It's not what I want." Chatillon finally withdrew his last smirk, "This is what they, or you, will do in the end!"

"That's what you thought." Edwin pulled her composure, but in fact she was trembling slightly, "You're not the first person to do this, right? Your family has been like this for generations."

Chatillon glanced at her without denying it.

"What is the truth of that legend?"

"The lover and the husband are the same person, don't you already know?" Chatillon suddenly grabbed her wrist, Edwina screamed, and Chatillon forcibly dragged her towards the basement regardless of her struggle. "At first it was just a test, but she failed the test... Later, it became a tradition in our family. Every family has its own secrets, which is normal. But you, Edwina, you know Too much--"

"Let go of me!" Edwina screamed, and Chatillon threw her roughly to the ground, bending over her and groping for a moment.There was silence in the iron cage, and Edwina turned his head to take a look. The Danish woman fell to the ground, not knowing whether she was dead or alive.

"This is your weapon?" A moment later, Chatillon drew a steak knife from her sleeve, sneered, and threw it away.

"You can't kill me, I didn't betray you!"

Chatillon touched her face, without hiding the killing intent in his eyes:

"Raphael betrayed me."

Edwin was taken aback.

"He doesn't want to kill you." Chatillon said to himself, "He has a different heart and wants to let you go... How is that possible. No bride can leave safely for a hundred years, and you have snooped too many secrets... "

"All you call a secret are those masquerade balls and this damned necklace—take it down!"

"Impossible." Chatillon looked at her indifferently. "The power of the Devil's Eye is closely related to the Castle of Boulogne and the Chatillon family. Your life will be its best sacrifice."

"Really?" Hearing these words, Edwina suppressed his fearful expression, "Then what if this family disappears?"

Chatillon's face changed slightly.

She peeped at the subtle changes in his complexion, and asked in a low voice, "Do you like the wine I made for you?"

"you……"

She couldn't help smiling, the venom boiling in his blood, stopping his heart, stopping his breathing forever: "You can come at me, but you shouldn't want to hit Blaise!" Before she could react, she rolled and picked up the table knife not far away, and then turned to face Chatillon again: "The game is over. You deserve to die, and you deserve it."

"I do not have--"

Before he finished speaking, the toxicity had already started, and Chatillon suddenly lost strength and fell to his knees on the ground, panting heavily, and she approached carefully.He raised his head, and there were thin tears in his eyes:

"Since when did you know, Madame Zabini?"

"What do you call me?" Edwina mistakenly thought he had misheard.Chatillon stepped forward on his knees and grabbed her hand. She was stunned, and the knife fell to the ground.

"I'm sorry, Madame Zabini." He pressed his lips to her hands. "I can't convince him...that's not what I meant."

"Raphael?" She opened her eyes wide in surprise, and suddenly realized something——

"I'm not a good person, but I have no ill will towards Bryce." His cheeks were flushed, which was a sign of dying, "When I saw him, I felt like I saw myself many years ago."

The sharp pain in her chest is also rapidly weakening, and the grotesque power of the Devil's Eye or Castle of Boulogne is rapidly weakening as the god of death approaches.

"You're not quite like my mother, but the result is the same," he said flatly. "You've hurt Blaise in the same way my mother made me like my father."

"Death is imminent, you'd better not say a few words." Edwin pulled his bluff to interrupt him, but Chatillon only responded with a sneer:

"We all end up being who we don't want to be."

"that is you."

"Then remember my words, Edwina. Time will tell everything..." He suddenly took a quick breath, his chest rose and fell violently, and a mouthful of scarlet blood spurted out from his mouth.Chatillon's body tilted and fell to the ground, Edwin La instinctively caught him, but was brought to his knees on the ground.

"Skeeter's articles were inspired by you, right?"

"You are indeed... different from them."

"Chatillon," she asked, "what do you want?"

He showed the frivolous smile he had when they met on the train: "Is the answer important?"

Edwin was silent.

"Next time you get married, don't make fun of your own life." Chatillon laughed softly after finishing speaking, "Forget it, anyway, you won't meet anyone more dangerous than me."

He coughed again, and dark red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Madame Zabini." His cold fingers touched her warm cheeks, Edwin pulled his hand subconsciously, Chatillon—or Raphael—meeted her eyes, He seemed to want to say something, but in the end he just looked away and sighed.

At that moment, the Devil's Eye suddenly trembled violently, and at the same time a sharp roar emanated from the wall of Boulogne Castle, which only lasted for a short dozen seconds.The moment the world returned to silence, the chain of the devil's eye suddenly broke, and the black diamond fell to the ground, rolled twice, and stood still.

A few minutes later, a bright red flag fluttered above the castle of Boulogne, dazzling like blood.

"Mrs. Greengrass!" Jacques, who had been waiting for a long time, saw the flag first.While he and Sylvia jumped into the carriage and rushed to Boulogne Castle at full speed, the servants in the castle filed out and couldn't wait to escape from the castle that had been surrounded by horror legends for 400 years.

Edwina walked through the silent long corridor. When she passed the cloakroom, she hesitated and pushed the door in. After a scream, she quickly calmed down:

A skeleton in housekeeper's clothes fell to the ground.

She may never know the full version of this story.Edwin pulled the door behind him to find Blaise.The boy was locked in the room and waited anxiously. Next to his pillow was a glass bottle with half a bottle of liquid left, which was what his mother told him to drink immediately if something was wrong when he left.

"Mom!" He ran over and hugged her tightly. Blaise didn't know what she was going through, but he knew something happened.

"Brace," she said, smiling and putting away the glass bottle, "we're going home."

They met Sylvia and Jacques in the hall, and Edwina ignored Sylvia who was crying with joy. After asking her to take care of Blaise, she led Jacques to the basement.

After experiencing the initial shock, Jacques quickly realized why she invited him here.

Those five coffins, the beauties who slept for eternity, and the piles of bones under the trapdoor were enough to prove all the crimes.

"The de Chatillon family hooked up with other French aristocrats to have fun at various promiscuous parties, and used innocent maids as victims of their pleasure. The French Ministry of Magic turned a blind eye to this and even acquiesced in the family's passing on from generation to generation The act of killing his wife." The body of the Danish girl was stiff and cold, and Edwin's words choked up. She thought she had a chance to save her, "He played two roles, and carefully constructed death traps. by me--"

"In the end he died from some kind of powerful hallucinogenic herbal medicine, and you were lucky to escape from death." Joaquin interrupted her, "Mrs. Zabini, as long as a few people know the truth."

The author has something to say:

In short, Chatillon is a genius, Raphael doesn't want to kill Edwin La, but Chatillon does.

This article actually synthesizes Bluebeard, the vampire Countess Elizabeth Bathory and "The Phantom of the Opera". Although it looks suspenseful, I actually want to write it as a black/fairy tale orz

So anyone pick Chatillon?

If not, the next one please

Volume [-] Joaquin Pennington: Uninhibited Sky