Lord God Investigator

Dame Hathaway sat in front of her dressing mirror while her head maid, Mrs. Fieldy, helped her dress.

The Dame 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 aged wine, its fragrance will last longer.

But Sir Hathaway knows very well that she has begun to age. Every day when she combs her hair, she finds more and more gray hairs on the comb. If you look closely at her delicate face in the mirror, you can also find tiny wrinkles. .

Her energy is also not as good as before. She used to be able to travel throughout the day, hold salon cocktail parties at night, and still be in high spirits until the sun rises the next day. However, now, as soon as evening comes, she wants to go to bed, and she also wants to go to bed in the morning. Stay in bed for a while before you feel energetic enough to face the new day.

"Mrs. Felty, what's the itinerary for today?" asked the Dame.

"Lord Hathaway, today the Earl of Remton invites you to attend a cocktail party at his residence. The time for the cocktail party according to the invitation is almost here. Do you need me to notify the valets to prepare the carriage?"

"No, no need."

Hathaway shook his head: "I don't want to see Remton's disgusting fat face anymore. His cocktail party will always have the same style - invite some poets and clowns, find some beautiful girls, and let the musicians play some old-fashioned songs." It’s a happy ditty, it’s really boring.”

"As you wish, Lord Hathaway, I will decline this invitation." Mrs. Fieldy leaned into the ear of the Dame and lowered her voice and said: "Otherwise, I will go and recruit the person you were interested in a few days ago. A young and handsome new knight is invited? You can spend a happy day with him."

Dame Hathaway was a little moved, but she still shook her head: "It's better to ignore that little wolfdog. He looked at me like a greedy businessman looking at a customer who doesn't know the goods."

"How about I ask a bard to come to the mansion to play love poems for you?" Mrs. Fieldy continued: "Didn't the young man we met at the Copper Crown Inn look quite delicious?"

Hathaway sighed deeply. She didn't know what happened today. She lost interest in these handsome little men. The little wolfdogs that used to bring her joy now only feel dirty and annoying.

Maybe it really is a change in mentality due to aging?

On this ordinary morning, Hathaway just felt very boring. Her life had gone from high to low. She shuddered at the thought of the decades of life that would continue to fall into the abyss of silence waiting for her.

No man, no matter he is young or old, will not think that Dame Hathaway is old. She is so beautiful and charming, and her figure is as impeccable as a god's creation.

No woman, no matter she is young or old, will never think that Ms. Hathaway's life is boring. She is simply the idol of women all over Amn, and every woman wants to be like her.

The Dame was a widow, a wealthy widow.

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

However, the capable gentleman unfortunately died in a shipwreck. Dame Hathaway inherited a huge inheritance and title, becoming the richest and freest woman in Amn.

She has had countless lovers, and has tried to fall in love with all kinds of people. Men who want to marry her can line up from Ashtra to Icewind Dale, and the most handsome and lucky among those men, too. He just became her guest, and after a brief period of sexual pleasure, he was ruthlessly abandoned.

No one can marry her and become the most lucky person in Amn.

Hathaway felt that she had seen through what love was and had played enough love tricks. She even began to get tired of men. When a woman begins to tire of men and she has no children, there is nothing in the world that she will not tire of.

Seeing the disappointed expression of the hostess, the loyal Mrs. Fieldy racked her brains, and finally she remembered something, which might make Lord Hathaway have a happier day: "Mr. Hathaway, are you still here?" Remember the lady who came to visit with Quarless’s letter of introduction a few days ago?”

"Of course I remember!" Sir Hathaway's eyes lit up as expected: "That child looks so much like me when I was young. If Lerkart and I have a daughter, she will probably look like Miss Klecia. :Beautiful, elegant, educated, and knowledgeable.”

There was a look of nostalgia in her eyes. Although she did not keep the rules for her husband after his death (Amn also did not keep the rules), and her face changed countless times, but deep down in her heart, the relationship between herself and that person was still deeply engraved. Every bit of people’s lives together.

It would be great if they could have a child. Sir Hathaway would not be as hesitant as he is now and feels that life is no fun.

Unfortunately……

"The auction that Miss Klecia recommended to you will be held today."

Mrs. Feilty whispered: "The statue of 'Io, the lover looking from afar, the immortal man for thousands of years' is somewhat extraordinary according to Miss Klecia's description. It is lifelike and looks like a real man. …”

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

"I'm sorry, sir." Mrs. Fieldy apologized quickly: "I'll think about it again and see if there's anything else..."

"No need, let's decide on today's itinerary and go to the underground theater of Wujiuhu Hotel."

Sir Hathaway said: "Ask the valets to 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 go there."

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

Sir Hathaway smiled and said: "I just want to see Miss Klecia again. When chatting with her, I felt very friendly and comfortable."

Mrs. Fieldy rolled her eyes and tried to ask: "The Bridge area is still too dangerous. I can invite her to my home to 'relieve your boredom'."

She deliberately emphasized the word 'relieve boredom' to express another layer of meaning.

The aristocratic class in Faerûn has a chaotic relationship between men and women that is not much better than that of the ancient Greek gods. Mrs. Feilty guessed that her master probably wanted a change of 'taste'.

But I never thought that Dame Hathaway's face turned gloomy and she scolded: "I look at Miss Clecia just like I admire an outstanding junior. Don't use such obscene hints to ruin my good mood today!"

Mrs. Ferti retreated, knowing that she had messed up and offended her master, and hurriedly ran to prepare for the trip in order to make up for the mistake.