Catastrophe Card King - Chapter 1528

Chapter 1528: Chapter 467: A Seductive Trap, The Beautiful Countess_2 Chapter 1528: Chapter 467: A Seductive Trap, The Beautiful Countess_2 These were the stairs leading to Countess Mister’s room in the castle.

*Click clack*–the sound of weapons clashing–as two guards barred his way at the entrance, saying sternly, “The esteemed guest is requested to halt.”

The loyal guards, of course, wouldn’t let an outsider offend their lady so easily.

As this scene unfolded, not only the guests, but also the trial students observing from every corner, one by one, revealed entertained smiles on their faces.

Almost every man at the banquet lusted after the Countess’s beauty. How could they so easily allow you to see her?

Leonard Churchill didn’t feel embarrassed; he didn’t leave, either. A casual smile played on his lips as he waited a moment.

At that, a brown-haired vampire maid descended the stairs and said to the guards, “This gentleman… is a guest of the lady.”

With that, the maid glanced at him and, her expression brightening, she invited, “Sir, the Countess invites you upstairs.”

“This is my honor.”

Leonard Churchill performed a rakish noble’s bow, while also nodding at the two guards to acknowledge their loyalty.

As the personal maid to the Countess, her looks and figure were, of course, beyond reproach.

The maid’s skirt hem was high and boldly short, barely descending past the curve of her buttocks, revealing her thighs and voluptuous rear as she led the way up the stairs.

Leonard Churchill didn’t restrain his gaze in the least, naturally uttering, “Tina, your legs are truly white. Oh, these are the most beautiful legs I’ve seen tonight~”
Character is something to be cultivated at all times, not only displayed on specific occasions.

In this unrestrained era, promiscuity is instead a kind of charm.

Sure enough, upon hearing this ambiguous and bold remark, the maid didn’t feel offended; instead, her face showed a tease of bashful coyness, giggling, “Sir, you flatter me. But sir, how do you know my name?”

Leonard Churchill naturally slid his hand around the soft waist of the maid, fiddling with the corner of her apron, offhandedly saying, “Because I saw the initials of your name on the apron~”
The maid laughed, correcting, “Oh, pity you guessed wrong. That’s the manor’s initials.”

“Oh, is that so?”

Leonard Churchill, of course, was bluffing–merely to stir up conversation, “Then I truly apologize. To have misnamed such a beautiful miss~”
As an excellent actor, one must fully immerse oneself into any role given.

His humor quickly earned the good favor of the maid.

Alas, the staircase was short, and the third floor was reached in a blink of an eye.

The maid responded with an ambiguous smile: “But that’s alright, my name is ‘Elsa,’ and sir, if you like, you can also call me Tina~”
Saying so, as if completely oblivious to the caressing hand at her waist, she pointed to a room not far away: “The Countess is in that room. I will wait here for you, and you can call on me to serve you at any time~”
“Alright, thank you~”
Leonard Churchill gently lifted the vampire maid’s chin with a flirtatious tease.

He felt that if the conversation continued, many secrets could be coaxed out.

Unfortunately, his target was that Countess.

Leonard Churchill didn’t dwell on the soft touch of the vampire maid’s cheek and headed straight for the room in the corner of the corridor.

This was the position of the room he had seen before from the garden.

Knock, knock, knock!

Leonard Churchill knocked on the door, and from inside came a languid reply, “The door’s unlocked, just come in.”

Leonard Churchill pushed open the door, and astonishing beauty met his eyes.

This was Countess Mister, the mistress of the castle.

Since the Spatial Will had hinted at her renowned beauty far and wide, it couldn’t be wrong.

From afar in the garden, she had still seemed indistinct, but now at close range, she appeared even more enchanting.

Her tight black gown not only outlined her exquisite curves but also conveyed a sense of mystery and nobility.

Her skin was like the finest ivory, softening in the dim candlelight.

Her lips were thin and tempting, painted a bold red like that of blood.

The most captivating were her eyes, twinkling with strange light in the darkness, as if they harbored endless secrets and allure.

Whenever her gaze wandered, it seemed it could pierce directly through the soul, involuntarily drawing one in.

She possessed a bewitching charm that, despite the known danger, made one desperately want to draw closer.

Of course, Leonard Churchill was aware that the moment he opened the door, the Countess had been using her Secret Skill to scrutinize him.

He showed no sign of surprise and walked straight into the room, then stopped at a respectable distance, performing a casual chest salute, “I am Nikola, honored to meet the Countess.”

Upon finishing, Leonard Churchill raised his head, his gaze unabashedly filled with amazement and appreciation, “My lady, you truly are too beautiful.”

Countess Mister listened and smiled faintly.

She had heard countless praises of her beauty, none of which sounded new anymore.

Leonard Churchill, of course, knew this and suddenly reins in his libertine manner, continuing like a poetic prodigy, “Oh, my lady, your flawless countenance is like the first snowflake in the chill of winter, pure and noble; your deep eyes, gentle and sweet, yet seem to hide the secrets of the entire universe… Your beauty, is nature’s most exquisite masterpiece…”

He’d studied works of literature from various eras; such words came easily to him.

Handsome is an empty card when played alone.

But when combined with talent and wit, it becomes an ace.

Who could refuse a handsome, talented poet?