Chetlow Manor

In Paris itself, there is indeed such a tailor, Monsieur Guerre.

Gail's family started with tailoring skills. Gail has shown amazing talent in clothing since he was a child. He started helping in the store at the age of 13. Until today, 30 years later, the dresses he made have become high-end. A symbol of society's identity.

Mohn had heard Gail's name because his mother, Mrs. Bethel, had had a big fight with Viscount Lanson because of this man, because Mr. Gail could not be invited to make her dress for the king's birthday banquet.

She didn't even care that poor Mo En was still watching, and she was arguing with the child's father in the face.

Since then, Mo En has been curious about how Mr. Gail can be so powerful in the profession of tailoring.

Hughden gave him this chance, and that night, a carriage from Paris stopped at the gate of Chetlow Castle.

Walking down was a middle-aged man, his shoulders were slightly hunchbacked, but this could not conceal his demeanor.He was wearing a fitted and neat brown vest suit and had long hair of the same color tied back with a dark ribbon.

It can be seen that Mr. Gale is a distinguished guest of Chetlow Castle, and it is Clement, the Duke's most trusted knight commander, who greeted him.

Facts also proved Moen's conjecture. Mr. Gale seemed to be familiar with the layout of the castle, and he didn't even stop in the hall. The tailor was brought into the living room by Huden himself.

dinner time.

The obnoxious figure of Jeff appeared in Moen's room.

"It's time for dinner, Lord Moen. In order to entertain Mr. Gale, the dinner is set in the banquet hall."

Moen was very cold towards this unfriendly Mr. Deacon. To be honest, he might have been a little annoyed at first, but as a nobleman, his reserve kept him from breaking out.

The promenade of Chetlow Castle is cleaned every day. The red velvet carpet is soft and light underfoot. Just like most European castles, the structural layout of Chetlow Castle is also very winding. If you don’t go there often places, even the owner of the castle will accidentally get lost.

Jeff led the way, and Moen walked without saying a word.

Next to it was the living room, the door was not closed tightly, and the conversation between His Royal Highness the Duke and Mr. Gail slipped through the crack of the door.

"...Oh, that's true, Your Highness. Those stupid and pedantic old guys are still counting on those tenant farmers in their own territory."

"..."

"Yeah, they want to increase the amount of tax collection again. I think their heads are probably rusty gears, and they don't want to move a little bit."

"Master Moen, our way is here." Jeff reminded with a cold face, wishing that Moen was looking for something important.

Moen shrugged. He didn't bother to defend such a loyal dog raised by O'Harris Hutton. God knows how this man thinks that he is willing to listen to such trivial matters. Please, Lanson He was never the future heir of the family, and he, of course, had no interest in it.

The dinner was even richer than usual. However, His Royal Highness obviously focused all his attention on the conversation with Mr. Gail. He swung the wine glass a lot, but picked up the knife and fork pitifully seldom.

Moen put the last piece of fruit tart on his plate into his mouth, still wanting more.

It can be seen that in order to entertain the guests today, the pastry chef put in extra effort, and His Royal Highness rarely had time to have a "friendly conversation" with Moen, which made Moen feel much more at ease.

Just when Moen was eating to his heart's content, Huwden on the side felt the gaze of the dessert in front of him secretly, and found that the young master who was eating like a squirrel, Mr. Duke quietly put the fruit in front of him. Tart pushed towards Morn.

Gail was a little surprised when he saw His Highness the Duke's actions.Only then did he take a closer look at Moen, and the surprised expression on his face instantly magnified.

"This is the young master of the Lanson family?"

"Huh?" Moen suddenly heard his name, nodded, and quickly swallowed the food in his mouth.

"Oh, this is really rude, Mr. Lanson." Mr. Gail was a little puzzled. It seems that the Duke of Huwden has a good relationship with the young master of the Lanson family, but...but why is he still buying the name of the Lanson family? What about the handicraft workshop...

However, those are all things between those big men, these nobles, oh, who can tell them clearly.

"Well, not bad." A sly smile appeared on Hughden's face, "Oh, but he has another identity today..."

Mo En's heart sank, what did he want to say?

"He is also... your guest today, Mr. Gale." Mr. Duke was very pleased by Moen's sudden nervous expression, and he smiled with satisfaction, "I invite you to come today, I hope you can help me with this A lovely friend custom-made a dress that is exquisite enough."

Mr. Gail nodded: "My honor, Your Highness."

after dinner.

The sound of a dispute came from Chetlow Castle after a long absence.

It has been a long time since Moen confronted Hughden so forcefully. In fact, he has always maintained his upbringing habitually, but he has had enough of being manipulated like a doll. This annoying Mr. Duke He is still pointing fingers at himself, and what is even more exasperating is that Mr. Gail does not seem to intend to listen to the opinions of the owner of the garment, but instead regards the opinions of Mr. Duke as an imperial decree.

"I told you, this shiny silver-purple color is worn by women, and I don't know how to wear it!" Moen roared like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Maybe it was because of being humiliated in front of outsiders, Hughden didn't look good, he folded his arms, ignored Moen's yelling, and looked up at Gale: "That's it."

Gail nodded, trying to smooth things over: "Many men's dresses are also made of this kind of silk. In fact, it's just adding some silver threads into the fabric, which will match your skin tone very well, Lord Moen." .”

"I don't know how to wear it." Moen looked at Huden coldly, his tone still stubborn.

Hughden obviously didn't expect Moen to suddenly explode for such a trivial matter.

He met Mo En's eyes, and after a while, he snorted coldly, as if he suddenly remembered something, a teasing smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Little guy, do you remember a maid named Anna?"

"What?" Mo En was a little dazed by his sudden change of subject.

"Hmph, have you noticed that you haven't seen her for a long time?"

Moen felt as if someone had pushed him into the water, his face turned pale: "What do you mean?"

The disgusting arrogant expression from before appeared on the face of the Duke of Hutton again. His already slightly stern appearance made his aura even fiercer: "Oh, a good question."

"Then, how would you treat a servant who betrayed his master? Morne Ranson, don't think that the matter of her helping you escape is just so muddled." Hughden's gray-green eyes stared like eagles Like a prey, it was tightly locked on Moen.

Moen shivered subconsciously.

"Chetero is my territory, and everything that happens here is under my nose, including you, Moen." Huden looked at the fear in Moen's eyes with satisfaction, "You are here now, and it is mine." , I said, as long as you are obedient and obedient, I can satisfy all your demands, do you understand what I mean?"

The latter sentence actually revealed some sincerity in the words, but Moen no longer wanted to think about the authenticity of it.

He tried his best to calm himself down, but his pale fingertips exposed his heart completely. This time, he lost.

"I promise you." He lowered his head, like a little beast that finally surrendered, "Don't hurt Anna, she is just a poor person who was hurt by kindness."

"Okay, I promise you." Hughden fulfilled his promise, "However, such a servant can no longer stay in the castle. I will send her to the outskirts of the manor."

Moen nodded, and made no further comments on Mr. Gale's back and forth measurements on his body, and Hughden's request for the dress.

Perhaps it was his obedience that made Hughden feel happy. In the following time, His Royal Highness the Duke looked very gentle, really like a handsome gentleman.Even after settling down Mr. Gale, he personally sent Moen back to the room.

The orange candle flames flickered dimly, causing the air in the room to become sticky.

Moen stood on the thick carpet, with long arms to let the servants take off his clothes, and changed into a milky white nightgown. His hair was a little long, and his fluffy black hair was fluffy. Like the hair of some small animal.The long eyelashes fluttered like a small brush, scratching people's hearts itchy.

Hughden couldn't resist walking forward and rubbing his hair, it was as soft as imagined.

When Huden's cool lips touched the corner of Mo En's mouth, Mo En hesitated for a moment, but in the end he didn't push it away, but just lowered his arms, acquiescing to his actions.