Lord God Investigator

Lady Hathaway was sitting in front of the vanity mirror, and her maid maid, Mrs. Fieldy, was helping her with her makeup.

The lady jazz is an elegant and noble mature woman. Her age has always been a secret in Amn. Everyone only knows that her beauty is not afraid of the erosion of the river of time, just like aging wine, which will last forever.

But Sir Hathaway knew very well in her heart that she was already aging, and every day she found more and more white hair on the comb when combing her hair. If you look closely at the delicate face in the mirror, you can also find small wrinkles. .

Her energy is also not as good as before. She used to be able to play the whole day, open the salon at night until the sun rises the next day, she is still full of energy, but now, as soon as the evening comes, she wants to go to bed and wake up in the morning. Laying in bed for a while can lift up energy to welcome the new day.

"Mrs. Fieldy, what's your schedule today?" the lady jazz asked.

"Master Hathaway, today Lord Earl of Remton invites you to attend a cocktail party at his house. The time for the invitation cocktail party is almost up. Do you need me to inform the servants to prepare the carriage?"

"No, no need."

Hathaway shook her head: "I don't want to see Remton's disgustingly fat face anymore. The cocktail party in his house is always the same style-invite some poets and clowns, find some beautiful girls, and let the musicians play some old-fashioned teeth. It’s a cheerful little tune, which is really tiresome."

"As you wish, Lord Hathaway, I will decline this invitation." Mrs. Fieldy leaned into the ear of the lady jazz, and said in a low voice, "Otherwise, I will go to the one you were interested in. An appointment with the young and handsome new knight? You can spend a happy day with him."

Lady Hathaway was a little moved, but she still shook her head: "Ignore the little wolf dog. He looked at me like a greedy businessman looking at an overwhelmed customer who couldn't see the goods."

"Otherwise, I will ask a bard to come to the mansion to play the love poem for you?" Mrs. Fieldy continued, "Doesn't the young man we met at the Bronze Crown Hotel that day look delicious?"

Hathaway sighed deeply. I don't know what happened today. She lost interest in these handsome little men. The little wolfhounds who used to bring her fun, now only find it dirty and annoying.

Maybe it's really because of aging that the mentality has changed?

In this ordinary morning, Hathaway only felt very boring, her life had gone from climax to trough, she shuddered at the thought that there were still decades of life waiting for her to fall into the abyss of silence.

Any man, no matter whether he is young or old, would not think that Lady Hathaway is old, she is so bright and beautiful, she is impeccable like a god-made figure.

Any woman, whether she is young or old, would never think that Ms. Hathaway's life is boring. She is simply the idol of the women of All-Am. Every woman wants to be her.

This lady jazz is a widow, a wealthy widow.

After her husband married her, he earned her twelve farms, six mines, countless shops and apartments in seven cities in Amn, in addition to six caravans and three fleets.

However, that capable gentleman unfortunately died in a shipwreck. Lady Hathaway inherited a huge inheritance and knighthood, and became the richest and freest woman in Amn.

She has had countless lovers and tried to fall in love with all kinds of people. Men who want to marry her can line up from Ascatla to Icewind Valley. Among those men, the most handsome and lucky ones are also She just became her guest on the scene, and after a short period of fun, she was ruthlessly abandoned.

No one can step into the marriage hall with her and become Amn's number one super lucky person with both wealth and wealth.

Hathaway feels that she has seen through what love is, and has played enough love tricks, she even began to get tired of men. When a woman starts to tire of men and she has no children under her knees, then there is nothing in this world that she will not tire of.

Seeing the lost expression of the hostess, the loyal Mrs. Ferty racked her brains, and finally she remembered one thing, which may make Master Hathaway have a better day today: "Master Hathaway, you still Remember the lady who came to visit with a letter of introduction from Quarlis the other day?"

"Of course I remember!" Sir Hathaway's eyes lit up. "That kid looks like me when I was young. If I had a daughter with Lyle Carter, it would probably look like that Miss Klesia. : Beautiful, elegant, educated and knowledgeable."

There was a look of remembrance in her eyes. Although she did not observe the festival for him after the death of her husband (Amn did not observe the festival), she changed the number of faces, but in the deepest part of her heart, she still deeply engraved herself and that. The bits and pieces of people living together.

It would be great if they could have a child, and Sir Hathaway would not hesitate like he does now, feeling that life is no fun.

Unfortunately……

"The auction recommended by Miss Klesia to the adults is held today."

Mrs. Ferti whispered: "The statue of'Io, the one who looks at the lover, the immortal forever' under the description of Miss Klesia, is somewhat extraordinary and lifelike, just like a real man. ..."

Sir Hathaway waved her hand in annoyance to interrupt her, and chuckled: "What kind of man do I want? Just hook my fingers. Do I need to buy a dummy to keep at home?"

"I'm sorry, sir." Mrs. Fieldy apologized quickly: "I will think about it again, is there anything else..."

"No, let's decide on our schedule for today, go to the underground theater of the Five Flagship Inn."

Sir Hathaway said: "Let the servants prepare the carriage and bring a few more skilled guards. The bridge area is next to the dock area, and the dirty rats in the dock area will occasionally run there."

"Ah? Your lord, aren't you not interested in that auction item?"

Sir Hathaway laughed and said, "I just want to see the Miss Klesiah again. When chatting with her, I feel very kind and comfortable."

Mrs. Ferty rolled her eyes and tried to ask: "The bridge area is still too dangerous. I can invite her to the house to accompany you to'relieve boredom'."

She deliberately bit the word'relieving boredom' very hard to express another meaning.

The aristocratic class of Faerun Continent, the chaos of the relationship between men and women is not much stronger than that of the ancient Greek gods, and Mrs. Ferti guessed that her master probably wanted to change his ‘taste’.

She never thought that Sir Hathaway had a gloomy face, and she reprimanded: "I look at Miss Kresia as if I admire an outstanding junior. Don't use such nasty hints to ruin my good mood today!"

Mrs. Ferti Nono retired, knowing that she had messed up, and angered the owner, and hurried to prepare for the trip, in order to make up for it.