Honkai Summoning

"Ah?" Tranton over there made a suspicious voice.

"Look, young master." Su Mo stretched out a finger to lift Hilda's chin, so that her face was no longer shrouded in shadows.

Trandon came over with interest, looked at it, and nodded: "It's really good."

Hilda is 19 years old this year. Although she looks a little thin due to long-term lack of food and clothing, her face is still very beautiful. Hilda, who ignores her messy hair and wipes off the powder on her face, can indeed Called a beauty.

Even from the stern gaze of the Trandon nobles.

"That's right, young master, now is a time to look at your face. Why do you say that you are treated so much better than that stupid boy Benson in that ghost place--" Su Mo said.

"Cough cough!" Trandon coughed twice, interrupting Su Mo's words, and glared at him fiercely.

This demon is right, the days on the island are humiliating for a noble like him.But... with a good conscience, he is indeed living a good life, with food, clothing and a bed, if it was Benson, they would have been reluctant to think about it.

It's not because of Tranton's identity, but because he has a pretty face.

"Anuo and the others have already lowered the family's appearance. The two of us alone can't save this group of teammates..." Su Mo's tone was faint, full of loneliness.

He believed that Tranton would understand this kind of loneliness.

"That's right." Sure enough, Tranton understood, he nodded and looked at Hilda, "You have heard what we said, if you don't want to die, just go to the room on the first floor and take a nap, I'll arrange for someone to train you tomorrow."

Although Hilda didn't believe the strange reason, she knew what was the most correct choice at this time. She took a few half-year-old children with a similar bow and left in a hurry.

Tranton didn't worry about them escaping either. There were three demons living in the house - the seven sins were divided into seven, and they stayed in every dark corner, like a poisonous snake.

Once Hilda and the others tried to escape, they would probably die in the garden if they couldn't even get out of the iron gate of the manor.

Chapter 27 Viscount Gerald

"Okay, now you can tell why you want to keep these people?" Trandon asked after Hilda left.

Because Hilda is good looking?

Well, for this reason, Tranton felt that with the "casual character" of the demon in front of him, it might be true.

But Tranton can also be sure that this reason is only a small part of it, and definitely not the main reason.

"Because they are clean." Su Mo said.

"Clean?" Trandon squinted his eyes and took off the blindfold on his left eye, "You mean..."

"Well, what I mean is that they are not necessarily those who hide the enemies in the dark... I don't want to try it before eating in the future, to prevent you from being poisoned, Master," Su Mo said.

After the turbulence of the Wobbs family, the original servants have long since left, and it is not enough to rely on people like Su Mo to make this manor run again.

Trandon used to be just a young master. Apart from a housekeeper, he was not familiar with the domestic servants who had left. He didn't know where they went, so he would have to call some people back.

And among these people, God knows if they will be sent in a nail or two.

In the past, Tranton was sent to that island, or it could be said that it was a bold and dangerous move by some hostile force.And now Tranton, who came back, was bound to be on someone's kill list.

In the imperial capital, those people can't come out clearly, and secretly attacking has basically become their only choice.

Su Mo didn't want Tranton to eat happily one day, but he rolled his eyes and burped.

He had to make sure that the next person he recruited into the manor was clean.

And Hilda is undoubtedly a good candidate... If Hilda appears here and everything is arranged, Su Mo has nothing to say.

The opponent's power has really reached this point. If you know Trandon who came back from the sneaky, you probably don't need to deal with Trandon secretly.

You must know that there are no telephones, telegrams and other information transmission tools in this world, and even carrier pigeons are only owned by a few noble royal families.

All information transmission depends on manpower.

"Indeed, that's a question. Can you cook?" Tranton asked.Speaking of which, in this imperial capital, the one he trusts the most, or even the only one, is the demon in front of him who wants to devour his own soul.

This has to be said to be an irony.

"Yes, but young master, you don't want me to waste my ability on such trivial matters?" Su Mo said with a smile.

Su Mo didn't plan to make himself the kind of personal butler who would help the master in every detail, and he had no interest in doing chores.

"As long as I can guarantee my safety, I will leave this matter to you." Tranton waved his hand.

"By the way, young master, do you have the key to the basement?" Su Mo asked suddenly.

"basement?"

Tranton was stunned for a moment and shook his head, "No, but it should be in my father's bedroom. If no one else enters, I think I can find it."

"Then please ask the young master to find the key before going to sleep. Soon, that basement will come in handy." Su Mo pointedly said.

"I've never been in that basement, so I don't know what's in it." Tranton frowned.

At a young age, there are already some traces between the brows, which shows that the nobles are actually not as good as they think.

Of course, if you just want to be a prodigal who ruined your ancestral property, it's still very easy.

However, it was obvious that Trandon, who was carrying a blood feud, was not willing to become the prodigal son of the second generation in the imperial capital.

What's the point of revenge if you don't personally participate in it?Tranton only needs to take good care of his body, exercise every day to stay healthy, and wait for his enemies to die of old age.

"Even if someone is locked up, I think he should have starved to death for such a long time." Su Mo said.

The basement door had no signs of being damaged, and if the key had not been lost and there was no second entrance, no one would have entered or exited since the day Tranton's father died.

"I'll look for it." Tranton yawned.

"Master, I wish you a good dream." Su Mo bowed slightly.

With a wave of his hand, as a response to Su Mo's words, Tranton walked into the bedroom on the third floor, which originally belonged to his father, but now belongs to Tranton, the owner and only bloodline of the Wobbs family.

"Let's go, let's enjoy the wonderful night in the imperial capital."

After walking out of the room, Su Mo said to Arno and the seven sins and two demons who were waiting outside.

"Not to arrest people?" Arnold frowned.

"You really don't have a sense of humor. I'm just glorifying it. Would you like me to tell others that we're going to catch a hapless person and bring it back?" Su Mo gave Arno a helpless look.

"I see." Arnold nodded.

"Okay, let's go." Su Mo walked to the balcony connected to the study and jumped down.

The second floor here is much higher than the second floor of his original world, but for the demons and "pseudo-demons" like them, there is no danger at such a height.

The three demons jumped from the balcony on the second floor and soon disappeared into the night.

Not long after, a few people reappeared on the lively streets of the imperial capital and blended into the crowd—not particularly integrated.

At least Su Mo's appearance and Arnold's body have attracted the attention of many people.

With a quick but not hurried attitude, the three demons crossed most of the imperial capital and came to another area of ​​the City of Thorns.

This place is not the "noble area" where the Wombs Manor is located, and the surrounding buildings have obviously become much lower and more ordinary.

As the night deepened, the pedestrians on the street became extremely rare.

Occasionally, a few people appeared, and when they saw Su Mo, the three men in black would quickly take a few steps, unwilling to make eye contact with them.

"The clothes on us are so precious, do they look like bad people?" Su Mo turned to look at Arno.

"Of course not." Seven Sins said first.

"Probably you're a little too aggressive." Su Mo quickly knew why the three of them were feared, "Speaking of Arno, can't you change to a human form?"

"Could it be that you can change into a human form?" Arno asked angrily.

"Sure enough, everyone can't." After getting the information he wanted, Su Mo shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly.

During the occasional chat, the three came to a small manor.

The reason why it is said to be a small manor is of course because the entire manor in front of it is not as big as the house in Wombs Manor.

The house is not much different from the surrounding houses, that is, the difference is that there is a small garden.

In the formal and perfect regional division of the City of Thorns, it is divided into the upper urban area, the middle urban area, the lower urban area, as well as the east and west urban areas and the expanding new urban area.The current location of Su Mo and the others is at the junction of Zhongcheng District and Xiacheng District.

Needless to say, the lower city is populated by some commoners and people from the bottom.The mid-town area is home to some rich people and minor nobles, while the upper city area is the residence of the royal family and the big aristocracy.

As for the two urban areas, it is a little more chaotic. There are all kinds of people. There is the luxurious manor of the earl family, and there are houses that leak everywhere and can't basically be called houses.

"As for being so careful, to live in such a place, isn't that hiding your ears and telling others that you are a strange Viscount?"

Looking at the "small manor" in front of him, Su Mo muttered.

The goal they came for overnight was very clear, the owner of this house, Viscount Gerald.

Judging from normal circumstances, a viscount, not an honorary title, would not live in such a place where the lower city and the middle city meet.

Although there are many nobles in the British Empire, they are not as many as dukes, and marquises are inferior to dogs.Even if a viscount does not have a fief of his own family, it will not be difficult to get a good residence in the midtown area.

And Viscount Gerald, a Viscount with his own fief, lived in such a place.

It has to be said that it is a strange thing. According to Su Mo's idea, it is better to integrate into the circle of small nobles in the central city, but it is not so conspicuous.

That's right, this Viscount Gerald is no ordinary Viscount.

He was the one who sent Tranton to that island, and the only contact for Lady Liz, who could be regarded as the link between the island and the empire.

As for whether it is the only one, we will find out later.

For ordinary people, the high wall naturally could not stop Su Mo and the others. The four-in-one seven sins were split into four again, and they were kept in four key positions.

Su Mo and Anuo came directly to the outside of the house, climbed easily along some bulges, and came to the balcony on the third floor.

The window not far from the balcony emits a faint light, symbolizing that the owner of the room is not asleep.

Gerald was pacing nervously back and forth in his bedroom.

In the past few days, his mood has been quite irritable, which makes it difficult to fall asleep every night. He can only rely on this kind of pre-sleep exercise to make himself a little tired and easy to fall asleep.

The reason for his irritability is very simple, that is, the two ships that should have arrived a dozen days ago still haven't reached the port.

At first Gerald just thought that bad weather had delayed him for a few days - something like this is quite common.

But as time went by, there were still no ships in the port, which made Gerald even more uneasy.

"Did something happen in that place?"

This thought has been reverberating in Gerald's mind these days.