Chetlow Manor

A female voice suddenly sounded from behind Mo En, he gasped and turned around.A woman was standing at the stairway holding a candle, the flames danced, her long skirt was reflected on the wall behind her, and her face looked extremely pale and thin under the light of the candle.

"Oh God, you're scaring me to death, Anna." Moen suppressed his trembling hands, and heaved a sigh of relief after seeing the girl clearly.

Anna obviously didn't expect such a big reaction from Mo En, and hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, my lord, I didn't mean to scare you, and I didn't expect you to be the one who came to the basement."

"Forget it, it's okay." Moen didn't want to talk about his gaffe, "Anna, I heard someone singing."

"Did you mishear the wind? The castle is so big, sometimes I feel that there are people everywhere." Anna gave him a relieved smile.

"No, I heard correctly, it's a man..." Moen put his index finger on his lips, "Hush, listen."

There was no sound around, a dead silence, only the candle flame was still beating.

Anna stood for a while, and said with a smile: "There is no sound, my lord, you must have heard it wrong. The basement of the old castle is a place for storing sundries. How could someone sing here?"

"I really didn't get it wrong," Moen said anxiously, "Let's go and have a look, what if it's an intruder in the castle!" After saying this reason, he himself regretted—where would there be any intruders? Those who are still in the mood to sing.

Anna chuckled: "Please don't worry, all the knights of His Royal Highness are elites. If His Royal Highness is unwilling, I'm sure not even a fly can fly in here."

"But..." Moen hesitated a little. Could it be that he was really nervous?

"Don't worry about it, my lord. I have to tell you one thing. His Excellency the Duke doesn't seem to like others to enter the basement casually, because there are relics of the Duke's mother in the basement. His Excellency will come down to wipe the dust on it every day." Anna quoted. Mo En walked upstairs, "Okay, I'll warm you a small cup of milk, that thing is very helpful for sleep, you can sleep peacefully, tomorrow will be a sunny day."

Moen still had doubts in his heart, but he didn't speak anymore. It was late, and after drinking the milk, a deep sleepiness really filled his eyes. He closed his eyes and fell asleep quickly.

In the early morning, the sun shines into the room, and the mottled tree shadows are reflected on the windows, and the tree shadows also climbed onto the big bed in the middle.The young man curled up on the upper part of the bed, he had the illusion of being petite.His jet-black hair was scattered on the pillow, a rare hair color for Europeans, and it looked even more special against his white skin. He was sleeping peacefully, and because he was trapped in the soft bed, the ups and downs of his breathing were almost hard to see .

Until the sun touched his cheeks, as if feeling warm, his eyelashes fluttered twice, and he opened his eyes.

There was a few seconds of sluggishness in the head, and then he realized that this was in Chetlow Manor, the castle of the Duke of Hudden.All kinds of things from the previous night gradually flashed in his mind. He felt that the castle was strange, but now he was not sure whether to tell the owner of the castle, if... this is the secret of the Duke of Hutton ?He wasn't stupid enough to fight his master on someone else's territory.

Moen tugged at the bell rope at the head of the bed, and soon a maid walked in with her clothes in her arms.Moen reached out and unbuttoned his pajamas by himself, and then he could start to be in a daze - this is the beauty of nobles, most of the things can be left to others.Moen remembered a joke he heard earlier, saying that there is a country in the west, because the nobles wear high heels all day long and have big bellies, their upper class has been completely abolished, and a sudden wave of uprising will wipe out these old nobles His position was completely wiped out, and a new aristocracy came to power, and even the king was powerless to resist.

The maid was helping him put on his socks, his inactive calves were long and lacking in strength, Moen remembered that joke again, he laughed meaninglessly twice, and then asked, "Where's Anna?"

"My lord, Anna and Mrs. Maria went out to buy flowers this morning."

"Oh." He was not interested.

When you come to the restaurant, there are all kinds of food on the long table. There are several types of toast and bread without heavy samples. Doubt, for one person, this is too big a breakfast.

"Where is the Duke?"

"He has an appointment with Father Freed in the drawing room, my lord."

"Has he had breakfast?"

"Yes, His Highness always gets up very early. He said that after Lord Moen finishes eating, he can go to the living room to find him."

All right.Moen picked up the knife and fork, and he was more comfortable eating alone. He always felt very nervous in front of Hughden. Maybe it was because the aura of the Duke was frightening.But why should he be afraid? The Duke has always been polite and courteous, and he is also very hospitable and considerate in entertaining him.

Morn decided to ask his father to send some more money when he wrote the letter today. After all, he still needs to thank the Duke for his care.

Knocking on the door lightly three times, after getting permission, Mo En pushed the door open and saw the old priest whom he saw yesterday, he was a little surprised when he saw Mo En: "This is, this is, cough..."

"Monn Ranson." Hughden reminded kindly.

"Oh, oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Ranson, Ranson?" He turned to Hughden in surprise.

There was a smile on the corner of Hughden's mouth: "Yes, Lanson, what's the matter, Father?"

"No, nothing."

Moen didn't quite understand what they meant, so he asked, "Mr. Duke, Mr. Father, good morning. Did I interrupt the conversation between the two of you?"

"No, little one."

"Hey, my lord, I told you not to call me that."

"I'm very sorry, I forgot again." Huden joked with him, looking in a good mood, "Is there anything you want to do today?"

"Yes, I would like to borrow some paper and pen to write a letter to my father."

Hughden smiled at him, then turned to the man behind him and said, "Jeff, get some paper and pen ready."

The man in the housekeeper's uniform bowed and said to Mo En, "My lord, please follow me."

"This is Jeff, the butler of the castle," Hughden explained.

Moen thanked him.

The day passed quickly, during which Moen found Hughden and handed him the letter, and Hughden assured him that the postman in the town would deliver it to the Ranson House.

"It will probably take four or five days."

He said so.

Four or five days is not too long for Moen, Chetlow Manor is very big, he thought, he may not even finish shopping in four or five days.The matter of writing the letter took him a lot of brains. On the one hand, he had just quarreled with his lord father, and on the other hand, once the letter was delivered, he had to go home. After all, he has done a lot of gaffes in the past two days.

But what can be done about that, things have already happened, even if Hughden is a decent gentleman and won't drive him away, he can't just stay at the Duke's mansion.

The coming of night made Moen feel a little excited, and he still planned to go to the basement to find out.Boys should grow up to be warriors. He has read knight biographies like this since he was a child. Even though knights have declined greatly in recent years, because of the emergence of guns and sailing ships, the country is now sending a large number of sailors to the Atlantic Ocean, but Even so, the spirit of chivalry still exists in the hearts of every young man, and it cannot be defeated just because of the darkness in the basement!Moen thought so.

"How was your day?" Anna made the bed for him.

"Not bad." Moen replied a little absent-mindedly, "How about you?"

"I brought back a lot of flowers, I hope His Highness will like them tomorrow."

Morn nodded, ending the conversation.

"I hope you have a good dream tonight, remember not to go to the basement again." Anna blew out the candle, "Good night, my lord."

"Good night." Mo En urged her to leave in her heart.If you can't find out the situation in the basement, you won't be able to sleep well. He can guarantee that the basement is definitely not as simple as Anna said.

He lay flat on the bed, watching the moon gradually hang on the branches outside the window. It was a clear night, and the moonlight was as bright as candlelight, which made it easy for people to see the surroundings clearly.The sound of walking back and forth in the corridor gradually diminished, and twelve bells could be heard faintly from the bell tower in the distance.

Moen turned over and got off the bed, put on a coat quietly, and walked out of the room.