The mansion of Marquis Esther is in the east of the city. After learning all the background information, Lucian stood up from the desk and found clothes and accessories for dressing up from the closet.
He dressed himself in front of the mirror and thought about the next steps. He had to go to the mansion of the Marquis of Esther. He was now in the dream of the Marquis of Esther himself. If he noticed any changes that were contrary to the dream, the instigator would be killed by the dream or ejected from the dream.
At the same time, in the dream, Marquis Esther himself (also known as Avis, the mayor of the City of Pride) is omnipotent and possesses extremely powerful strength. Lucian's current magic power is also limited by this body of Shiril. He is not Wade, and it is not easy for him to kill Esther head-on with his force.
Lucian came out of the rented apartment building. He was wearing a dark green dress that matched his eyes, and the rest of his jewelry was crystal and silver. He wanted to call a car, but the Marquis of Esther's carriage was already parked on the street downstairs.
This low-key yet luxurious carriage is rare in this small street, even though this is already a residential area with an upper-middle standard of living. Lucian raised his chin slightly, and sure enough, he saw that some residents of the remaining apartments not far away were leaning out of the windows, looking at the carriage with a little curiosity, gossip and fear.
He heard a passerby whispering to someone about the carriage. His voice was very low, but it was loud enough to reach Lucian's sensitive ears. One of the passers-by pulled the man's sleeve and said in a low voice, "That's the carriage of a great noble..."
"Mr. Lightwin," the waiter said politely in front of the carriage, "Lord Esther ordered us to pick you up."
Lucian glanced at the people next to him and got on the carriage. He didn't know why, but he felt that this scene was inexplicably exciting, like an affair - everyone was very curious, not daring to look but couldn't help watching from the gaps, the handsome and "promising" young man would get on the carriage a few days a week and drive to the noble's house.
The Esther Mansion was built on a natural lake, so it looked even more misty. Lucian could see the orange light in the mist from afar. Compared to the mansion, the garden was larger, with street lamps scattered in it. He got out of the car and entered the mansion.
A banquet was being held in the mansion, and guests were coming and going. But the one in charge of reception was Marquis Esther's friend Alman (another person suspected by Cyril). When he saw Lucian coming, he raised his glass to him and smiled, "Cyril."
Lucian smiled. He noticed that although the ladies and gentlemen present were already familiar with his presence, there were still some gossiping ladies covering their mouths with feather fans and looking at him. So he said, "Good evening, Alman. Have you seen the Marquis?"
"The Marquis is not feeling well - you came a little late. He just said goodbye to us and returned to his room half an hour before you came. But don't worry, just enjoy this evening." Alman said, patting his shoulder, "I will ask the servant to bring you some champagne. Maybe you can tell me the stories you heard in Haicheng..."
Alman's hand stayed on Lucian's shoulder and did not leave. Lucian realized that Alman might have some "friend's wife must be cheated" feelings towards Shirelle. Hundreds of years ago, the nobles' lives were also very promiscuous. In addition to normal relationships, they also loved to seek excitement from various immoral and cheating relationships. Sharing a good lover is an honor for nobles.
"Really?" Lucian smiled at him and took the champagne from his hand.
He was socializing with Alman, but in his heart he was thinking about Esther. Was Esther not feeling well
The key to completing the dream is of course the person in the dream. Lucian decided to go see him. According to Xi Ruier's temperament, he received these people and even symbolically inquired about some information about the hidden demons (although Lucian already knew who that person was). Then, he said to the butler: "I want to meet the Marquis."
The butler raised his hand to him in a friendly manner and led him upstairs.
"Mr. Butler, do you know what happened to the Marquis?" Lucian said.
"The Marquis has had a headache since this morning. After that, he drank two glasses of brandy, which already made him feel a little sick, and in the evening, he had a fever again." The butler said, "But the Marquis said that it was no big deal, so there was no need to call a doctor."
"oh… "
Lucian remembered that Marquis Esther did have a headache. Every time he had a headache, he would sit on the sofa, support his forehead with one hand, and let Xi Ruier rub it for him... Of course, the ending was always fixed. Xi Ruier rubbed his forehead carefully beside him, said softly, and then he was pulled by the waist to sit on his legs.
What happened afterwards was naturally erotic and pornographic.
Lucian: Tsk.
Lucian was thinking about how to kill Esther all the way. In the original work, as long as Vader killed Esther, the dream would end successfully.
But Vader has a combat power bug, but he doesn't.
Speaking of Vader... Who has Vader become now
The second floor of the mansion was warm, with the aroma of burning spices floating in the air, warm and hazy. Lucian took off his coat before entering the room. He did not see Esther in the living room on the second floor, but only saw the painting that "made the two fall in love". The suffering angel was hung on the wall behind the sofa, frowning.
The bedroom of the Marquis of Esther was deep inside the second floor. Before reaching the door, Lucian heard the sound of a vase breaking inside. His fingers paused on the door, and after the sound faded, he knocked on the door as if nothing had happened.
"Come in." After a long time, a man's voice came from inside.
Lucian opened the door and went in. The room was dimly lit, and he saw Esther sitting on the sofa. Esther had platinum hair and light blue eyes. Lucian sat next to him and asked him according to his personality: "Sir, the butler said that you were not feeling well today."
At that moment he felt a slight chill, as if something was passing through his body. Esther kept her head down and didn't look at him, which made him feel a little strange. So he put his hand on his forehead and whispered, "How do you feel now..."
At this moment, he saw Esther's body tremble violently - it was so violent that it was as if two things were fighting in this body, and one of the consciousnesses finally won the leadership.
Lucian shuddered because Esther held his wrist. The blond, blue-eyed man looked up at him. He was elegant, kind, and steady, but there was a hint of inexplicable amusement in his eyes.
"Shirelle, you're here." He panted twice, seemingly still not recovering from the fever. But his hand slid down Lucian's wrist suggestively, "You look so radiant today..."
"I just attended your party. That bottle of champagne was really good, but it's a pity that you didn't get to taste it." Lucian unscrewed his wrist from his hand without leaving a trace and pressed his temple for him. Esther's body temperature was really hot. "Do you feel better? Do you need me to stay and take care of you?"
Lucian certainly hoped that Esther would give two answers: the first one was that he was a little tired. Then Lucian could say that he had not finished the manuscript yet, and Esther should not indulge in strenuous exercise after recovering from a serious illness, and then return to his apartment. The second one was that he was not tired yet. In this case, Lucian would not have to worry about some of the strenuous exercise that might occur between lovers - although Lucian was not very good at taking care of people, he could still make porridge or chicken soup that Oriental people often made when visiting the sick.
It took three hours to boil the chicken soup, and one hour to deliver it. Then it was already early morning and he needed to rest... This time, he could get by.
But what he didn't expect was that Esther's behavior was extremely strange.
He didn't look at Lucian, but looked up at a certain place in the air, as if there was a person there. Then, he raised his lips and smiled at that place with an ambiguous expression.
Then, he grabbed Lucian's wrists and made him sit on top of him.
Lucian: ?
"You are still sick." He said with some anger and restraint (maintaining the image of Xi Ruier, the flower of Gaoling), "I think I have to check your health first. In addition to today, we still have a lot of time..."
"Today." Esther suppressed his resistance and put her lips close to his ear.
Lucian:
The two months of being lovers between Esther and Shirelle had obviously made their daily lives extremely harmonious, and they had done so many things below the neck that they were so familiar with each other. When Esther put her mouth close to his ear, Lucian felt that the atmosphere was so ambiguous and familiar that he was about to drip... This of course made him very dissatisfied, and he resisted hard, but Esther still grabbed his waist and picked him up and threw him on the bed.
"open!"
Lucian shouted, and he used his knee to push. But Esther still pressed down. When he was about to bite his earlobe, Lucian suddenly saw Esther's body shaking violently.
This was like a seizure. Lucian was stunned for a moment, not knowing whether he should run (he couldn't run away in his current position) or not. Finally, Lucian stretched out his hand, grabbed the lamp on the bedside table, and was about to smash it on Esther's head...
Then he saw a strange smile on Esther's face, as if some prank had succeeded. Then, the smile was quickly erased as if it had been erased with an eraser.
Instead, there was an extremely angry face. The soul with that cold and angry expression seemed to have just taken control of this body. He gritted his teeth, his eyes were full of cold and deep anger... although this anger was also directed at his own body.
Lucian blinked, the lamp in his hand still held high above Esther.
But maybe now he is not Esther, but Vader in Esther's body.
Lucian was thinking whether to continue to smash it down - or pretend that he missed. If so, he could also avenge the beatings that Wade had made some time ago. But Wade snorted coldly, his fingers clenched into fists, veins bulging, and he pressed on him.
Lucian just said: "Calm down, don't fight, fight yourself."
His voice was gentle, with a hint of unconscious temptation: "Don't look at me like that. The person who just did this was your own body."
"He did it on purpose, damn it..." Wade said in a deep voice, sneering.
He was still pressing on Lucian. When he looked at Lucian, he saw that the beauty's eyes were still as clear as water waves when she looked at him - in his eyes, Lucian was still the same Lucian.
Unsuspecting... small animal models.
Lucian deliberately shrank back, pretending to be a little scared and said dryly: "You have a reaction."
Vader: …
"Hey, I can help you with my hands." Lucian deliberately said in a weak voice. He shrank his body, and he had not forgotten that he was afraid of Wade before.
He was silent for a moment, and suddenly remembered Lucian's look in the carriage. He looked at him with fear and vigilance in his eyes... like a small animal that had lost its home, wandered around and been abused.
He hurt and frightened Lucian.
"He lied to you before." Wade heard his own cold voice, "Will you be deceived by him again?"
No, Vader thought, not by him.
Maybe it wasn't a question of whether to lie or not... It was just that he didn't want to see Lucian being so cautious and afraid of crying.
Even though he knew he was pretending.