non-deacon

The lights are flickering and resplendent, and the spacious and spacious Torrance mansion fully demonstrates its magnificence and nobility and the pride of the Torrance surname to those who see the house.

How graceful is the queen's spider, a hunter in the shadows.It hides behind the queen and weaves a net secretly, bit by bit, densely packed. When the queen's scepter points in one direction, it will not hesitate to cast out the net, entangled its prey tightly The most perfect hunter, then gracefully presents its prey to its most revered king.And it stood behind the king, hidden in the darkness and became a powerful prince in that world, standing opposite Phantomhive with horns and defending the royal family together.

How could such a Torrance not be feared?Torrance's invitation has attracted the rich and powerful in London, even though it is said that Torrance is only in her teens now...

But so what?Isn't Torrance standing right behind the queen?As long as he was still standing in that position, no one would dare to act wildly on the spider's web, not to mention that the leader of Phantomhive was only in his teens?And that's the real mad dog, the Queen's eagle dog. What's even more unacceptable is that a person who had died a long time ago didn't expect to come back alive and kicking a few years later!

Ah, is this God's test for us?The British dignitaries can only wonder in their hearts, because they don't think of any reason to comfort them.

Gorgeous carriages were parked outside the gate of Torrance’s mansion. The people who got out of the carriages were either nobles or people in power. They walked towards the gate of Torrance in a reserved and elegant manner, without any calculation in their eyes. Guang Guang, as if he was only attending a good friend's banquet, not Torrance or someone he had never met.

Standing on the upper floor of Torrance's mansion and looking through the window, Torrance leaned on the bar with one hand and put the other on the window. Although it can be seen from his deacon's eyes that he is very dissatisfied with this posture, but ……so what?He is Torrance, his master!

A smile appeared on the lips of the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, his eyes were half-opened, and his dark blue pupils showed an expression that seemed to overflow when watching a joke. His beautiful face was as glamorous as a blooming white magnolia, pure yellow Her hair is no longer left casually on her head like when she was young, but combed back meticulously.

He was wearing a set of gorgeous light yellow clothes, still a casual vest and coat. The high-quality smooth cloth elegantly displayed his good figure, showing youth and beauty.

But this young man who looks like a painting is thinking in his heart at this moment, hey, what will happen if these powerful people are pointed at by a cannon?Ah, I really want to see how pitiful and embarrassed they are.

Torrance withdrew her arms and stood up straight, facing the empty place and said: "Hannah".

An elegant and sexy maid in purple appeared silently, knelt silently behind him, lowered her head, with a calm and respectful expression.

"Are you all ready?"

"Yes, sir."

Torrance looked out of the window quietly and didn't speak. He didn't speak until the wind blew the curtain next to him. His voice was cold: "Where's Claude?"

"……At the lobby"

He waved his hand to let Hannah back down, and at this time a carriage stopped outside Torrance's mansion, and several people who got out of the car walked into Torrance's mansion slowly, some of them were gentlemen , some are noble and young, some are watertight, some are as beautiful as flowers, and some are neither fish nor fowl?

Such a group of people is the focus of attention no matter where they go, people who see them cast curious eyes on them, guessing their identities.

Torrance turned his gaze to the noble young man who was walking in front. The man was wearing a delicate dress with pure blue trim, with a black blindfold on his left eye, and a cold expression on his delicate face. With a kind of indifference and alienation, she is as perfect and impeccable as God's darling.

A strange smile appeared on Torrance's face, and the bright red lips slowly spit out a few words: "Charles Phantomhive."

I will definitely keep you this time!

A line of sight was cast on Torrance, and Torrance's body shook, and he slowly turned his gaze to the figure that cast his gaze on him.

He was wearing very casual clothes, with a pair of brown boots on his feet, his hands in the pockets of his coat casually, with a smile that seemed to never stop on his face, black hair and black eyes.And at this moment his black eyes were looking at Torrance, with a smile and magic, and at this moment his mouth opened and closed to spit out a few words.

Torrance's eyelids twitched violently, and he understood the words.

"Master, long time no see."