LITTLE GOBLIN: Master, Don’t Come Here!

"His Royal Highness, the invitation card for the dinner of the Duchess of Fett Castle." The butler, dressed in a strict and rigid manner, bowed respectfully, and presented a delicate note with both hands to the man who was sitting at the dining table.

A hand stretched out from the side and took the thin piece of paper.

That hand, with elegant joints and pale complexion, could even see the light blue blood vessels underneath through the seemingly transparent skin.

Mr. Housekeeper didn't dare to look at it. After taking the thing with that hand, he saluted respectfully again and stepped aside.

The owner of the hand glanced at the invitation, and finally threw it aside casually, took a sip from the goblet at hand, then frowned, and put it on the table.

"She has dinner parties several times a month, so she won't go." A soft voice sounded in this quiet space.

The housekeeper still bowed his hands and said another sentence: "His Royal Highness, it is said that the Duchess has obtained a very powerful treasure this time."

The man called His Royal Highness snorted, as if he didn't take this statement very seriously.

Mr. Butler lowered his eyes and looked unchanged: "It is said that it has something to do with the ancestor—"

The air froze at this moment, and Mr. Housekeeper only felt that his breathing was forcibly choked in his throat.

His awe of this man deepened: He is indeed His Royal Highness, the most powerful existence among the blood clans!

The man slowly raised his head, revealing the face that made the whole hall eclipse: "Ancestor?"

Mr. Butler finally couldn't bear the coercion, and knelt down straight to the other party: "This is the news released by the Duchess, and the subordinates have not been able to confirm the authenticity."

The man glanced at him lightly: "Get up, Hans, and get ready to go to Feite Castle."

He stood up, and the wine-red silk nightgown was gently wrapped around his body. His slender and perfect figure resembled a night demon known for its beauty and temptation in myths and legends.

"That woman Cecilia, you'd better pray that you're not lying." His faint tone resounded in the hall, obviously very soft, but Mr. Housekeeper shuddered abruptly.

...

Country Y, night capital, eight o'clock in the evening.

A low-key black limousine passed through the noisy traffic and stopped at the entrance of a lively bar.

The staff on duty at the bar all have a pair of piercing eyes. When they saw the car, they could tell that the people in it were either rich or expensive. They immediately greeted them with warm smiles.

The driver's door opened first, and a man in a very old-fashioned tuxedo stepped down.

The parking boy looked at this handsome guest with some surprise. He was dressed too grandly, and he even wore a top hat on his head.

If he didn't look up and see the bright bar sign, he might have thought that the guest was going to listen to a classical musical.

Just as he was surprised, the co-pilot's door was also opened, and an exquisite crystal slipper stepped out from the door.

The parking boy just felt a flash in front of his eyes, what a beautiful lady!

He couldn't help but linger on the face of this well-dressed lady for two seconds, trying to recognize if she was a popular star.

Sensing his gaze, the lady turned her head sideways, opened the folding fan in her hand to cover half of her delicate and flowery face, and smiled at him.

The parking boy clutched his chest, the place was dancing so fast now, he felt that he might not be able to sleep tonight.