Chetlow Manor

This is a vast territory that His Majesty the King personally conferred on the Huwden family.Looking at the past, you can see the cascading mountains in the distance, and you can see the wild flowers blooming at your feet.

The place is prosperous and stable, and the shepherd girl is driving the flock on the soft grass, and the lambs are newcomers, having fun on the pasture.

They would not know that when they came to Chetlow Manor, there was another young man who turned into a real lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

There is some truth in what Moen said. The servants in Chetlow Castle are all loyal, whether it is because of the high salaries that are several times higher than those in the handicraft workshops outside, or because of the personal charm of the Duke of Hudden (of course, Mo En is against the latter).

In short, before Hughden came back, he had already fully witnessed the grandeur of the Duke.

Disturbing lucid dream.

That was Morn's first thought.

It wasn't even daylight until the birds chirped and started calling.In his dream, he was flying over the high mountain that he saw in his childhood. He was sitting on the clouds, and he heard the sparse footsteps.

When is this?

He opened his eyes and looked around the still dark room blankly.

Through the door that is not very soundproof, Mrs. Maria's shrill voice can still be faintly heard.

"Hurry up, Mr. Chef, I want to remind you that you still have to leave time for the plate..."

"...His Highness will be back soon, it should be cleaned up!"

Oh...it's the honorable Mr. Duke, that crazy Mr. Duke is coming back.

Morn lay back, trying to bring himself back into the dream again, however, after turning over backwards a few times distractedly, he finally sighed and opened his eyes.

See, the word "Duke" made his stomach tingle.He also thought that Hughden would be able to go to some days this trip, for example, he could attend the ball and fool around with those high-society ladies, and the soft bodies of those women would best make Hughden regret it and let go Over this poor, manly body!

However, he came back in a short time.

He got out of bed with bare feet, but the soft wool rug didn't make him feel cool.

He stroked the doorknob and turned it, and as expected—the door was still locked.

Morne had given up on being angry with "Duke's dog."Yelling is a very rude thing to do, so after looking around, he rang the bell beside the bed vigorously.

He heard Mrs. Maria cursing in a low voice outside: "Damn it, this young master is actually making trouble at this time."

It put him in a good mood, even though he knew it was not polite to base his own happiness on other people's troubles.

But he's still a little twisted, irrepressible, and takes pleasure in anything that messes up Hughden.

But soon he couldn't laugh anymore, because just after the servants helped him pack everything and put on his clothes, as soon as he went out, he bumped into His Royal Highness who had just returned to the castle.

Hughden hadn't had time to change his clothes yet, he was still wearing a brightly colored dress—forgive the nobles, everyone in the upper class is like male peacocks competing for beauty, wearing all those bright colors on their bodies.

Morne claims to be a bit talented in art, and he strongly disagrees with this popular aesthetic.

Well, it seems that His Royal Highness Hutton is probably better. He is wearing a dark blue dress, a red shawl, and a wide-brimmed top hat with a feather on his head.

Well, to be more honest, Moen had to admit that maybe a handsome person would not look ugly dressed as a peacock.

However, as soon as the Duke opened his mouth, he immediately destroyed this beauty, "Get up so early? Little guy, are you waiting for me?"

Moen had already given up the idea of ​​arguing with him about titles, he took a deep breath and resisted the urge to punch that face violently.

Calm down, Moen, you still have to find a way to figure out what's going on and get out of this damn place.

"Morning, Your Excellency the Duke." Moen looked at Huden calmly.To be honest, he really admired Hughden for being able to keep that fake smiling face after what he did to him that night.

The first lesson of a gentleman is etiquette, and the second lesson is wisdom.No matter from which point of view, Moen knew that at this moment, only like a real cheetah, quietly dormant with its prey, could it choose the most appropriate time to complete the fatal blow. (If Moen knew that Hughden described him as a cat, I believe he would never use this metaphor again)

"You don't look very well. Why, didn't you rest?"

"Hehe, yes, no one can fall asleep without worry after knowing that there is something added to the milk."

"Oh...it doesn't really matter, I sometimes suffer from insomnia, and I also add some sleeping ingredients to my food. You know, getting enough sleep is always so important, and those dangerous furniture in the castle will always let go When walking at night..."

"This is basically two natures!" Moen interrupted him angrily.God!How cunning is this man to misinterpret a matter to such an extent!

Huden looked at the cat whose hair was blown up, smiled slightly, and suddenly asked: "I heard that you expressed your intention to go on a hunger strike to my deacon yesterday?"

"……I can not eat."

"Then, it's the castle's chefs who failed to satisfy my distinguished guests. Such chefs should be dismissed. Why don't I replace them with another batch of chefs who can satisfy your appetite?"

"No need!" Morn refused loudly, "This is you and me, oh no...the grievance between you and the Lanson family, why would you involve innocent people in it!"

Hearing the word "Lanson", Hughden's eyes darkened. He put away his exaggerated smile and stared at Mo En.

Until Morn felt the cold sweat on his hands, Hughden finally spoke: "Oh, it seems that you and your 'brother' talked a lot...but what do I want to tell you...you just need to be obedient and you will You can ignore it, and I will try my best to meet your reasonable requirements."

"Leave it alone?" Moen had some ominous premonition, "What are you going to do to my family?"

Seeing the undisguised wariness in his eyes, Hughden shook his head. This little guy is really not a candidate to inherit the family business.

"This is not the scope of your consideration, my friend, please forgive me for not having breakfast until now, if you can, I invite you to eat with me." Hughden took a step back, taking off his hat like a real gentleman He bowed, but Moen understood the silent lips behind him: be obedient.

A chill.

It was already bright outside the window. In the vase on the long table were flowers with dewdrops inserted. The table was covered with a plain tablecloth embroidered with patterns, and there were more than a dozen kinds of tableware, filled with all kinds of food.

It seems that in order to welcome the return of the master, the chef of the castle put all his effort into making such a sumptuous breakfast.

At this moment, the owner of the castle is sitting at one end of the long table, holding a piece of white toast in one hand, and smearing it with a silver knife in the other. What is the art of engraving going on.

Moen sat down on the other side farthest from him. He looked at Huden, opened his mouth, hesitated, and finally asked, "Master Duke, I want to know where my friend is now."

"Your friend?" Hughden raised his head with a puzzled look on his face, "You mean, the merchant's son?"

"Yes, he is a surgeon and a gentleman." Moen was dissatisfied with Huwden's disdainful tone, as if being the son of a merchant must be a wild man with rough behavior.

Hughden stopped what he was doing, raised his head and smiled at him: "No, dear Moen, as a descendant of a nobleman, you should know that he will not be your friend, but just an ordinary intruder ...Speaking of which, do people in your area like to break into other people's castles without permission?"

Mo En said angrily: "Julian is my friend! You can't hurt him."

"What does this have to do with him? Even if you have a grudge against Lanson, isn't what you did to me unappetizing enough?" Moen's tone eased, "Let him go, he is innocent, Your Highness."

"Unappetizing?" Hughden threw the knife and fork heavily on the plate, but the corner of his mouth still maintained a smile, "Really, it seems that I think that you should enjoy it very much."

"For God's sake!" Moen's remaining rationality disappeared instantly in Hughden's words. He felt a kind of shame of being exposed to the air, and he felt sure that his face must be like a star Burning like a fireball.

However, this seemed to please Hughden's elusive thoughts, and he picked up his knife and fork again, and said unhurriedly: "But, maybe we can talk about your other requests."