Chetlow Manor

When he found Hughden, his conversation with the old priest had ended, but at the moment he was still talking to the knight commander of a manor.

so busy.

Moen is a little thankful that he has a sister above him. He knows that he is definitely not an heir material. Think about it, how many hectares of land should be managed by one person, whether it is a farmer or a craftsman, a businessman or a priest. , they are all satisfied.

"Alex, why are you here?"

Morn and Erics turned their heads together and saw the old priest Fried.

"Oh, Lan...Master Lanson, I didn't expect to see you here." Father Fried looked a little nervous.

"Good day, Mr. Father." Moen smiled, "About Alex, um...that's it, I want to take him away and go to my manor to find something to do. You know, he It's already changing."

"Oh, oh, that's really great, going to your manor... This, this is a good thing for Alex." Father Fried looked between the two complicatedly, hesitated to speak, and finally Still sighed, and said in a low voice, "Master Lanson, you are a kind person... Anyway, can you take a step to speak."

Moen was a little puzzled, but he still followed the priest to the side.

"Mr. Priest, you may as well speak up if you have anything to say."

"I, I... Sigh, I really don't know how to speak." The old man frowned, almost catching a flying insect, "His Royal Highness, I watched him grow up. You claim to understand, and... well, in short, I advise you to leave Chetlow Manor as soon as possible."

"Why?" Moen felt that he was going to be confused, "No, I mean, I also feel a strange feeling here... Maybe it's rude to ask, but I think I have a right to know some facts, after all You mean, it's about me."

"Yes, I know...I know, Lord Lanson," the old priest seemed to be undergoing an interrogation, "How much do you know about Hughden's mother?"

"All I know is that she died."

"so you……"

"What are you two talking about?" Hughden came over with a smile on his face, he put his arms around Moen's shoulders, "Hey, little guy, I saw a little boy with red hair over there, he seemed to be waiting You, do you know each other?" Huden blinked at Mo En after speaking.

Moen glanced at the sad-faced Father Fried, suppressed the doubts in his heart, and turned to Huden and said, "That's Erics..." He told Huden about the matter.

"Can you let him stay in the castle for a few days? I will take him away when I leave. I think he can help out in Chetlow Castle first." The two got on the carriage back to the castle.

Hughden didn't speak. He put one hand on the window of the carriage and knocked rhythmically. His blond hair ran out from under his wide-brimmed top hat, swinging in the air.

He turned to Mo En, showing a smile, and Mo En stared at him blankly, without any response.

"How can you have such a rich kindness, Moen." Huden looked at him, although he was smiling, but his eyes were full of scrutiny, "You are really beyond my expectations, what am I going to do with you? "

Morn came back to his senses: "What?"

"No, it's nothing." Huden shook his head, and then made his request in a superior and elegant tone, "Of course I want him to stay, but I want to drink the black tea you personally served tomorrow."

"What?!" Moen was greatly surprised, and had to say that although this request was not difficult, it was too bad for a young man of noble blood, "That's what a servant does! Hughden Your Highness, don't you think your request is unreasonable?"

"Really." Huden looked at the man in front of him losing his composure with great interest, "I just want to know how much you can do for that red-haired boy." Red hair represents an undignified bloodline, They are more reminiscent of poor boys who live in the narrow streets and catch rats in the sewers for a living.

Moen retorted: "Your Highness, don't you even have a spare bed in your castle?"

"Oh, but no matter how many beds there are, Chetlow Castle belongs to me, and my will is the rule in the castle, isn't it? Besides, why should I take in a worthless person for nothing in return?"

"For God's sake," Moen complained through gritted teeth, "I thought you were a kind person, since you were willing to ignore my fault of breaking into the manor...but now I take back these naive thoughts. "

"You should have done this a long time ago." Hughden picked up his top hat and nodded at him, with a mischievous smile, "Little guy, how can you compare him to you, you are the son of the Lanson family, and he , oh, who knows which family he is from."

"I'll sprinkle a big handful of salt in your black tea, trust me, I'll do it."

"God Moen, why can't you treat it as a gift between friends."

"You hypocrite, I don't want to be your friend."

……

In the quarrel of one sentence after another, the carriage had already stopped at the gate of the castle. It was already past lunch time, but neither of them had lunch yet, so the servants of the castle began to get busy for afternoon tea again.

In the open-air garden, the flat lawn has probably just been mowed, exuding a unique fragrance of grass juice, and sparrows are jumping around on the broad-leaved trees in the distance, chirping.Outside the thorny fence made up of flowers and shrubs, Anna was washing clothes in the man-made canal.

"Look at the blue sky, it's as clear as your eyes." Anna smiled sweetly and looked at Moen, "His Highness looked in a good mood when he came back, you should have had a good day, Moen Mr. En."

"Oh, come on." Moen squatted down, picked up the stones on the ground, and threw them into the water. "His happiness is based on taking my pain."

Anna chuckled: "My lord, you are so cute, Your Highness is probably just playing a joke on you."

"How could he ask me to serve him tea!"

"It's nothing," the girl reassured, "You feel sad only because of your proud noble blood. Think about it another way, His Highness may just be getting close to you."

"You know, honorable gentlemen are always bound by etiquette," she added, "Please forgive Your Royal Highness, he has never had any close friends."

"Oh God, you just know how to speak for him."

"Of course, after all, I earn my living from His Highness."

Forget it, Moen thought.

In fact, he has no room for resistance, does he?Hughden knew that he would lower his figure for Alex, just a cup of tea, no big deal.What's more, he doesn't know how to make black tea. If it's too bitter or too weak, Hughden can't blame him.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing.

The night is coming soon, Moen thinks about what happened in the basement, he is a little uneasy and hesitant, it is really hard to make a choice, he drank the milk that Anna brought, and planned to at least wait until late at night before making any plans, but unexpectedly, he became sleepy very quickly Sweeping up, he tried to stay awake, but he still fell asleep.

Let's talk tomorrow, this is his last thought.