Chetlow Manor

If it is said that before experiencing all these, Moen's impression of Butler Jeff was just a cold, uninterested man, then now, he obviously wants to add two more words of disgust and hatred on top of it.

The instigator was Laurentius, but Morn didn't ignore the flickering eyes he had when he questioned Laurentius about Jeff.Jeff, this man is like a poisonous snake. He set a trap with Laurentius while spitting out a message in a dark corner that Moen didn't notice.

why?

Moen still couldn't figure it out, the only certainty about Jeff was his loyalty to Hughden (as Moen once said, this man was Huden's loyal dog).But obviously, murdering Moen was not Hughden's intention, but the butler's personal behavior.

Could it be that his existence posed any threat to Jeff?Morn thought silently, so that he didn't notice that the door was opened.

It was not Jeff who claimed to be the butler outside the room, but a strange middle-aged man with a few strands of silver in his hair.

"My lord, my name is Maxi, and I am the new butler of the castle."

Morn nodded: "Where's Butler Jeff?"

Wearing a well-fitting butler uniform, Maxi bowed respectfully to Mo En: "Actually, that's why I'm here. Lord Mo En, the Duke of Hutton invites you to go to the hall."

The hall of Chetlow Castle is extremely ornately built, with a huge circular dome, and the murals painted on it do not know how many craftsmen's efforts have been wasted.The sunlight shines on the floor through the stained glass, and it reveals a bit of solemnity and mystery.

This scene seemed familiar to Moen—the man with the scar who tried to offend him was dealt with here.Today... Moen vaguely guessed something, this guess made him feel a little nervous, but also a little happy.O'Haris Hutton, he has always been a very smart man, which made Morn feel an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

This man saved him twice...

"Moen!" Hughden's voice interrupted Moen's thinking. He still had a fox-like smile on his lips, but Moen no longer felt scared. He quickened his pace and walked towards Huden.

"Look who this man is."

Morn looked into the dark part of the hall, the proud man Jeff was being suppressed by two guards at this moment, kneeling on the ground.This scene was just like the man with the scar, in a state of embarrassment and dignity.

Jeff still tried to raise his head and stared at Mo En, his eyes were full of anger and resentment.

"I see." Moen looked down at him, "Butler Jeff, I've actually been wondering what's hidden under your disdainful and cold eyes, and now I know... You hate me, but this Why? Claiming that I have not done anything to harm your interests."

Jeff snorted coldly, ignored Moen, and then turned to Hughden: "Your Highness, you must not be fooled by him! He is a member of the Lanson family and your enemy. Letting him stay by your side would be your fault." The worst decision. I put my life and my loyalty on hold, and I only hope you let him go!" His eyes became crazy, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and he hugged Hughden's feet tightly, that It really looks like a dog.

Morn thought, he should know the reason.If it is said that this is a war between Moen and Jeff, then Moen can now frankly say that he is the winner of this war.So he kept his original movements and gave Jeff a rather deliberate smile.

"You're jealous of me, Jeff Butler." Moen used declarative sentences.

These words seemed to ignite Jeff's rationality. He frantically grabbed Hughden's leg, and there was a tendency not to let go. He kept muttering: "Your Highness, Your Highness! Please!"

Hughden has always been a bit of a clean freak, he kicked the embarrassed man away and stepped heavily on his back. "That's enough, Jeff. The moment you betrayed me, you should have thought about what will happen to you today."

"Your Highness! I have been with you for so many years, you should know...you should know...I just want to protect you." Tears flowed from Jeff's eyes, which surprised Moen.

"I know?" Hughden leaned down and pinched his chin, "I just know you're a dog I keep in Chetlow, Jeff, don't you understand who you are? What made you fantasize?" Huden's voice was very soft, but every sound was like a heavy hammer hitting the man's heart.

"You make me sick." Hughden let go of his hand, letting Jeff fall to the ground.

Moen watched the whole thing with great interest: "Shouldn't the farce stop?" He tugged on Hughden's sleeve.

Hughden turned his head to look at him and stared at him for a while. This time, Morn did not avoid his gaze.Morn knew that something was different, but he didn't quite know it yet.Hughden smiled, and this time the smile was real, like any ray of sunshine at Chetlow Manor.

"It's up to you to decide, my young master." He said softly.

Jeff's eyes widened in disbelief, as if he couldn't believe how things turned out.However, before he could react, he was dragged away by the guards behind him.

"It's still the same as the original man with the scar."

Moen's voice fell into the hall crisply, with some youthful air, as light as the morning dew falling.

"as you wish."

……

The wind, blowing all night, blew all over the land of France with a bleak air.It's winter, and enough wall fires have been lit in Chetlow Castle, and the dancing flames have reflected the objects in the study on the wall indistinctly.

It was soft enough and spacious enough that Hughden sat on a section holding a book, flipping the pages one by one.Moen leaned on the other end, wrapped in a fluffy blanket, holding a cup of steaming tea in his hand, staring at Hughden in a daze.

This person suddenly called himself over, but didn't say a word, what exactly was he trying to say?

"Anyway, I still want to talk to you." Hughden closed the book in his hand, rare serious, "I need to hear your thoughts, little guy. It's about going to school."

Moen lowered his head in silence, looking at the teacup in his hand, as if he could see the answer from the tea.

Why did Hughden ask this question?Moen didn't want to understand.He thought that after experiencing this kind of thing, everyone acquiesced in the decision not to go to school anymore.School, oh, though Mohn did look forward to the days when he could look down the window and see the bustling city while he was painting.But... maybe just like Hughden's philosophy, people are born different, and they are obviously not of the same class, but they insist on compatibility, which can only end in blood.

"Are you wondering why I still ask you?" The man seemed to be able to read minds, his gray-green eyes stared straight at Moen, but with a smile, "Actually, even if you answer your If you want to go to school, I will still refuse, Moen. But since I said, I will let you be free, so I will still ask. If you are not willing to stop your idea of ​​​​experiencing civilian life, I will not provide it to you. any convenience for you."

"So, what's your answer?" The corners of his mouth raised slightly, but his expression was quite serious, "Little guy, I hope you make a smart choice.