Miss White Wolf's Terra Travel Journal

If one day the conditions are right, she can write a research paper on Ursus and send it out. Based on her current professional level, she may be able to be awarded the title of senior scholar in the history or sociology department.

not good.

I clearly want to be a philosopher.

Can I use my connections to ask the principal to give her a break and change her title of scholar to philosopher?

After all, history and sociology are inseparable from philosophy.

Great philosopher Miss White Wolf?(?>?

To sum up, Miss White Wolf is daydreaming again. Daydreaming anytime and anywhere is her inherent ability.

Serven found that the atmosphere at the scene was a little subtle. Miss Hilde seemed to be daydreaming, and the helpers he found were much quieter because of the topic of Eyjafjalla. He frowned and decided to advance the second phase of the plan.

So, Miss White Wolf was awakened by the new situation at the scene. She saw the waiter coming with drinks and pouring red wine for everyone in turn.

When it was White Wolf's turn, the waiter put away the red wine and replaced it with specially prepared juice.

"Wait." Bai Lang waved to the waiter and pointed at the red wine bottle, "I want some red wine too."

"Ms. Hilde." Serven squinted his eyes and sat up. "You can't drink alcohol, right? I specially asked someone to prepare juice for you."

"Red wine is still okay." White Wolf smiled, "I just can't get used to vodka. Red wine is something I have always liked."

Serven looked unwillingly at the red wine being poured into Hilde's glass, and then raised the glass to take a sip.

At one point, he suddenly noticed that the other person's brows were slightly furrowed, and he hurriedly said, "Miss Hilde, do you think it doesn't taste good? I'll ask someone to change a cup for you."

Bai Lang was startled, then smiled and said, "No need. I rarely drink dry red wine, so I'm not very used to it. But it's good to try something different this time. Thank you for your concern, Mr. Serven."

Volume 5: Chapter 82 Mistakes

The drug is a high-end item that Serven purchased from Leitania after clearing many channels. It is colorless and odorless, and can be easily mixed into alcohol or water. It has a very mild medicinal property and can subtly make the user let down their guard, relax their mind, and slowly arouse their original desires.

This is a potion that can make people fall into a trap without knowing it, and it is difficult to arouse the suspicion of the user. It is the best choice to deal with people with special identities like Miss Hilde.

Serven didn't want to use drastic measures unless necessary. Although he was very confident of success, the high-risk situation afterwards was not what he wanted.

His gentle plan failed because Hilde chose to drink red wine, but he was not in a hurry. Instead, he immediately changed his mind and secretly asked his servants to add drugs to the new red wine.

However, Miss Hilde disappointed him for the second time. She asked the waiter to put the remaining half bottle of red wine next to her as her own exclusive drink.

Not only that, Hilde's way of drinking is also very special. He only takes a small sip at a time, then savors it slowly with his eyes slightly squinted. It takes him a long time to finish each glass of red wine.

This led to a result that Hilde always drank normal red wine at the dinner party, and Serven had no way to get the drugged red wine into her glass, but others drank the drugged wine.

The researchers who participated in the dinner did not know about the drugs. As time passed, the drugs gradually took effect. Everyone's faces turned slightly red, they spoke more casually, and their attitudes became more relaxed. The atmosphere of the entire dinner became enthusiastic and lively. Even Bai Lang occasionally asked others about things in the scientific research community.

Several guests felt increasingly hot and slightly distracted, but as the condition was not serious, they suspected it was the result of drinking too much red wine and becoming intoxicated.

In order to avoid embarrassment, they began to check the time frequently and wanted to leave as soon as possible.

By this time, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening, and Serven was becoming more and more anxious.

Ursus's dinner parties usually ended between ten and twelve o'clock, which meant that everyone would say goodbye to each other soon. If Hilde could not take the medicine half an hour before the end of the party, it would mean that his first choice of perfect plan would fail.

Hard work pays off. Serven had been secretly watching Hilde's glass. Even if he drank slowly, half a bottle of red wine would be finished eventually. He seized this opportunity.

So, when Hilde's glass was empty, he immediately and eagerly picked up the brightest red wine that had always been at hand and helped Hilde fill the glass.

This bottle of wine was the one with the largest dosage of medicine that he specially prepared, and he had to make the other party drink it.

However, the White Wolf looked at the bright red liquid in the cup, smiled, and said innocently: "Thank you, but I can't drink anymore. Look, I've drunk half a bottle of red wine tonight. If the Marquis finds out, I'll be in big trouble."

Serwen was about to respond and persuade him to drink, but researcher Ye Lifu suddenly stood up and said apologetically, "Mr. Serwen, I'm so sorry. I suddenly received a message from my family that I have something urgent to deal with. I'm afraid I have to leave today."

Ye Lifu was the researcher with the highest status and drank the most among those present. He felt that he was very drunk and even his eyes were looking more and more uncontrollably at Miss Hilde. This out-of-control state due to alcohol made him feel very uncomfortable. Seeing that the time was approaching eleven o'clock, he couldn't help but find an excuse to leave.

"It's okay, it's okay. It's getting late. If you have anything to do, just go back and deal with it." Serven looked pleasant on the surface, but in fact he spoke sinisterly. He hated anyone who interfered with his plans.

Being in a state of 'drunk' and not very clear-headed, Yelife certainly didn't pay attention to Serven's expression. He smiled apologetically, asked the waiter for a glass of vodka, drank one as a penalty, and left in a hurry.

Ye Lifu's departure led to a series of chain reactions. Several researchers immediately left on various pretexts, leaving only Severn, Hilde, and a subordinate researcher who followed Severn's lead.

With each person's departure, Serven's anger and impatience grew stronger, until he even had the urge to jump up and beat the person up, just like he usually beat the servants in the Earl's mansion until they were covered in blood.

But Miss Hilde was still beside him, and he had to hold back the urge to vent. He forced himself to suppress his emotions, winked at the last subordinate, and asked the other party to leave directly.

It’s just a small failure, the most crucial thing is still to come, his lips trembled slightly, and he kept saying to himself in his heart.

After all the outsiders left, Serven was about to speak. At this moment, his originally angry and anxious mood was stained with excitement and nervousness, causing his toes to tap the ground nervously:

"I have something I want to tell Miss Hilde, could you stay for a moment?"

I must make the other party stay. Even if Hilde disagrees, I have countless preset plans.

All kinds of intense emotions mixed with the uneasiness that something important was about to happen made Serven's heart tremble.

White Wolf smiled gently: "Please speak, Mr. Serven, I am an idle person now and I am not in a hurry to leave."

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The time is now eleven o'clock. The Reunion Movement team may have sneaked into the vicinity of the institute. Serven is the full person in charge of the institute. Every minute he is delayed, the Reunion Movement's operation will be more successful.

Of course she was in no hurry to leave. All she had to do now was to maneuver.

It is the easiest thing to deal with the hypocritical and pretentious nobles.

Serven's mood became increasingly agitated and confused. Any slight fluctuation could cause huge ripples, and Hilde's feedback was amplified several times in his heart.

When he saw the other party nod in agreement, he suddenly felt a great ecstasy, thinking that he actually didn't need to use any drugs at all. Hilde had already fallen in love with him, and there was only a thin layer of window paper between the two of them.

"Let's go for a walk in the garden first." Serven pointed at the messy table with trembling fingers and suggested, "Ask the waiter to clean up here."

"it is good."

White Wolf stood up and walked outside with Serven.

There is a banquet garden exclusively for nobles in the courtyard of the Brende Garden Hotel. The two came here one after another.

The white wolf walked in front and looked around. What caught his eye were the dark flowers under the moonlight and the white stone steps leading to the depths of the flowers.

This is a very beautiful garden. Being located in a noble hotel means that it will never lack guests. But now, there is no one else in this huge garden. The occasional chirping of insects can be clearly heard, making the environment even more lonely.

Volume 5: Chapter 83: Accuracy of Deduction

White Wolf walked a few steps in the garden and couldn't help asking, "Is the garden always so quiet?"

Serven did not answer.

The quiet garden could not calm his mood. His emotions became extremely impetuous because of what was about to happen. He could not hear Hilde's words until she repeated them. He suddenly woke up and explained hastily:

"Quiet? Ah, yes, we are lucky today, there are no other visitors in the garden."

The white wolf walking in front had been keeping an eye on Serven. Seeing her uneasy look, she had some vague guesses in her mind.

Serven must want to say something to her, and it is definitely related to the Marquis. During this period of time, the other party has been trying every means to get close to her, and his ultimate goal can only be to use her to get in touch with the Marquis.

As for Xiaota's previous reminder, she had also carefully deduced that Serven did have bad intentions towards her, but this "bad intention" was based on the fact that he wanted to get close to the Marquis.

Severn probably wanted to get in touch with the Marquis through some kind of romantic relationship, and she was seen as a means rather than an end by the other party. In this case, she only needed to hint to the other party that they could cooperate smoothly without her, and she should be able to get rid of this trouble.

This hinting process is very important. I can first use the bait of getting close to the Marquis to hook Serven, and then use various vague means to deal with the other party...

Well, that should be the case.

After making up her mind, Bai Lang walked in the garden in a relaxed manner, deliberately not talking to Serven behind her. She wanted to wait for the other party to speak first, and then guide the topic according to the situation.

According to her inference, Serven would definitely not be able to help but put forward his idea first. However, something unexpected happened. An unusual and strange silence appeared between the two of them.

Serwen walked silently behind Hilde. Ever since he entered the garden, he began to experience the double torture of anxiety and worry. He didn't know why this mental torture was so great that it made him dazed. Was it because of the influence of alcohol and drugs? Or was it that the pressure brought to him by what Hilde represented was far beyond his expectation?

He wanted to speak many times, but each time he was silenced by Hilde's silence.

He didn't know what the other party meant or why he didn't say a word. This silence made the torture he suffered more intense, and gave rise to a morbid feeling of despair and suspense, which in turn gave rise to a compulsive obsession:

As long as Hilde said a word, a word, as soon as the other party's words fell, he said everything he wanted to say.

But Hilde remained silent, and the other party continued walking on the garden path as if he was taking a leisurely stroll.

A great sense of humiliation arose out of nowhere, and exploded and expanded in an instant, controlling his entire brain. He felt that his anxious self was like a clown scratching his head in front of the other party. The calmer Hilde was, the stronger his sense of humiliation became.

Why?

He gritted his teeth in anger, veins bulging on his forehead.

Why? I have paid so much, why should I be humiliated like this? She is just a woman. If it weren't for that damn guard, I would have...

Hatred drove the desire to grow wildly. Once the desire appeared, it could not be suppressed. The Ursus man's panic and anxiety were replaced by another kind of excitement and urgency. His breathing became short, his eyes lowered, and he looked greedily at the gap between Miss Hilde's legs.

As desire grew, the curve that was completely different from that of men made him dazzled.

Bai Lang finally sensed something was wrong. It was true that she wanted the other party to speak first, but it was definitely not Serven's style to remain silent for so long.

She stopped at the corner of the garden, fiddling with the flowers and leaves in front of her, and asked, "Didn't Mr. Serwin say he had something to tell me?"

This simple question without any emotion was like a bucket of cold water poured over Serven's ears. He suddenly regained his senses and remembered that Hilde was the descendant of the Imperial Marquis and he must not deal with her in a simple way. He almost made a big mistake.

Reason seemed to return for only a moment, and at the same time, another consciousness surged into his mind:

He was alone with Miss Hilde. There were only the two of them in this place, and the entire Brande Garden Hotel was their own property, so no one would come to disturb them.

Just move your hands, and you can embrace that slender and soft waist, caress those long legs, and savor the most private and beautiful places at will...

Desire and reason successively prevailed. In the struggle between the two thoughts, his eyes were red and his voice was hoarse and strange, like a patient on the verge of insanity:

"Hilde, huff, Hilde, you..."

Amid White Wolf's vigilance and confusion, Serven's voice suddenly stopped. He suddenly raised his head, his face pale, and smiled very gently: "Miss Hilde, I'm so sorry, I'm not feeling well, let's go back and talk."

"Well, you don't look well. You need to go back and rest."

Bailang followed Serven back to the hotel and found herself in another place. It was no longer the hotel private room where everyone had eaten together before, but a warm lounge with beige decoration throughout.

Serven pointed to the high round table in the lounge where two people could sit face to face and said, "Miss Hilde, take a rest as well."

"Yeah." White Wolf nodded stiffly and sat down on the high stool.

Serven turned to the corner of the room to get the cup, and said, "Miss Hilde, you might as well put the weapon at the door. There is a special shelf there. It must be difficult to carry it with you all the time."

White Wolf evaded the question by saying, "It's okay. It's not that heavy."

The Ursus asked in a joking tone, "Miss Hilde, are you worried that you might run into danger here? Am I so untrustworthy?"

"Of course not, Mr. Serven is such a joker." White Wolf spoke quickly. She thought for a moment, then stood up and hung the weapon behind the door. On her way back, she tightened her gloves.

While White Wolf was putting down his weapon, Serven, who was standing in the corner of the room with his back to her, grinned with a strange, sinister smile and poured a small tube of light red liquid into the drink.

Then, Serven came over with two drinks, put one of them in front of Hilde, and said with a smile:

"Please, Miss Hilde. This is a rare opportunity. I do have a lot of things I want to discuss with you. I wonder if you need to hurry. I would like to talk while we drink."

"Thank you, Mr. Serven." White Wolf put the juice beside him, then picked up his phone and looked at it, smiling, "It's not even twelve o'clock yet. I usually sleep late. Don't worry, we can talk slowly."

Volume 5: Chapter 84 Evidence

The Brande Garden Hotel is located in the aristocratic gathering area in the city center, more than ten kilometers away from the research institute outside the city. At this time, the integration movement's actions should have already begun, but White Wolf obviously has no way of understanding any details of the actions.

All she could do was to use all her energy to hold back the person in front of her.

According to her original thinking, dealing with Serven would be a simple matter, but another problem before her changed her mind.

There's something wrong with this Ursus!

She had the ability to use her rhetoric to deal with the hypocritical nobles for a few hours, but she was not particularly confident when facing someone whose mental state was obviously abnormal.

Perhaps the Ursus man in front of him did not notice that his face was pale at the moment, with a sickly blush on it, and his eyes flickered violently, reflecting his extremely unstable state of mind, as if he was desperately longing for something.

Bai Lang didn't know what had happened to the other person. This obvious abnormality could be seen by anyone, and perhaps only the patient who was affected would be unaware of it.

She suddenly had a very bad guess.

Before this, Tallulah had told her about the evil deeds of the nobles. She was not sure whether such despicable behavior would be applied to another noble. From a rational point of view, this seemed impossible, but now Serven seemed unable to speculate with reason.

White Wolf picked up the drink and looked into the cup. The light red liquid was fragrant, exuding charming fruity and rosemary aromas.

As the cup in her hand slowly approached her lips, her eyes moved downward and she stared at the wall of the glass in a trance.

Serven's image was hanging upside down through the curved glass, his facial features stretched and distorted into an unrecognizable shape. This strange thing sat quietly until the cup touched his lips, then his stretched mouth suddenly opened, twisting into a silent, ghostly, ugly smile.