They all call me master

The old butler's face once again had that different look.

He said loudly——

"Won't!"

"Bloodline is supreme!"

"The awakened bloodline can contain all powers!"

Seeing the old butler's fanatical look of admiration at this moment, Arthur really couldn't believe what the other party said - not that he was worried that the other party would deceive him.

But worry about the other party’s blindness!

Or to put it simply, that’s what the other party really thinks!

And the truth?

But there is a deviation!

Even the opposite!

You know, a slight deviation in the mysterious side can lead to death!

He definitely doesn’t want to be the second Gram!

‘Want to talk to Malinda? ’

Arthur opened the cat carrier, held the sleepy Pendragon in his arms again, gently stroked the cat's head, and thought about the first choice in his heart.

But immediately, he shook his head secretly.

Just now, this lady showed her candidly.

If we meet again, it might be a more direct test.

If one person is bad, he will be exposed!

Although to a certain extent, the other party is extremely reliable, but more often than not, it is dangerous - without corresponding preparations, temporarily not meeting the other party is the best choice.

Except for this lady...

Arthur held the cat and stroked its head, but his eyes couldn't help but look at Albers, who was talking to Maltz in the courtyard downstairs.

Qualified, but young.

Brave, but inexperienced.

Isn’t this a ready-made candidate?

Gradually, Arthur's eyes lit up.

The next moment, he gave instructions to the old housekeeper.

"Vic, please help me prepare some food, snacks and drinks that are available in the kitchen, and then invite Maltz and Albers to come up - by the way, add another chair."

As Arthur said this, he threw the wooden box containing the Doyle family inheritance into Pendragon's cage.

This move did not displease or surprise the old housekeeper - once, when the first lady was alive, the master was still hiding his personal money in the doghouse.

Compared to this, putting it in a cat carrier is really nothing.

Just nodded.

"Okay, Master Arthur!"

After saying that, the old housekeeper went to give instructions to his servants.

The two second-class footmen began to move the chairs - there were only four chairs around the coffee table where Arthur and Vonter were sitting. In addition to the two of them, Ms. 'Anna' also occupied one.

As long as you don't plan to move the space, adding a chair is the best choice.

Thankfully, Ms. ‘Anna’ is slim enough that two more people won’t look cramped.

The servants were busy with their hands and feet, and soon there were two roasted geese on the round coffee table, a sufficient amount of roasted venison, puff pastry cake, orange juice, apple juice and milk, as well as wine, as well as black tea on a white porcelain plate. pepper, honey, butter and salt.

Among them, roasted wild goose and roasted deer are food prepared at night. For the day before dawn, they are not considered overnight food, and they will not lose their dignity if they are taken out.

In particular, the chef was able to shape the roasted wild goose and roasted venison in the shortest possible time.

The roasted wild geese look like they are flying with their wings spread out, while the roasted venison looks like a running deer made up of existing venison.

However, when Arthur looked at the two roast geese with their wings spread out and the golden rooster standing alone, the sound of 'two roast ducks heading north' appeared in his mind involuntarily.

As for the roasted venison cobbling?

Maybe it was the chef's poor knife skills, or maybe he was too pressed for time, but in short, what Arthur saw was a piece of roast venison that looked like "Frankenstein".

Arthur, who was slightly silent, picked up the milk and meringue cake.

Sure enough, he has a sweet tooth.

But other people at the table ate with gusto.

"Ms. Anna, do you need food?"

Vonter asked.

Even though Ms. Anna didn't answer, she chose a little bit of each item and put it in front of Ms. Anna's plate.

No one here was surprised by this scene.

Arthur is used to it.

Maltz thinks so.

Albers believed that Arthur should have a reason for doing this - although he saw that there was nothing magical about Ms. Anna, but who knew whether it was hidden?

You know, Arthur is a master!

A true master who helps the common people and is never afraid of the powerful!

It's the example he needs to follow.

Arthur noticed that Albers looked at him a little strangely, and couldn't help but touch Maltz from his toes, who immediately smiled at Arthur.

The meaning in the smile is self-evident.

Arthur sighed helplessly.

He knew what Maltz had done.

But he is just a 'spiritual medium' with no bad intentions, and he is definitely not a liar.

Thinking in his heart, Arthur picked up the milk.

"Thanks for your help, Albers!"

"Without you, Oak Manor would never be able to survive tonight!"

"Here's to you!"

With that said, Arthur drank it all in one gulp.

Looking at Arthur who drank it all in one gulp, Albers picked up the light beer in front of him and started to drink it - a full kilogram of light beer was drank cleanly in this way.

And when Albers put down his glass, Maltz also picked up the orange juice.

"Albers, although I think I'm no worse than you, I admire your bravery and caution - I'm willing to be friends with you, here we go!"

Maltz drank it all in one gulp.

Facing the sincere Maltz, Albers did not hesitate and continued to drink it in one gulp.

By the time the detective put down his glass, Vonter had picked up the apple juice.

"For Oak Manor, thank you, Lord Albers!"

Vonter was truly grateful to the detective in front of him.

The sincerity brought by sincerity made the young detective unable to refuse, even though after two large glasses of light beer, he was already a little dizzy and his stomach was a little heavy.

After finishing the third glass of light beer, the young detective's face turned red and he sat a little crooked in his chair.

Looking at this scene, Arthur spoke again.

"Albers, in order to thank you, I have some secret techniques for you as a gift of gratitude——

One is a secret technique that can make the rope come alive.

One is the secret technique of making all kinds of noise.

One is the secret art of guiding arrows.

These are all little tricks, please accept them! "

In Arthur's words, "Bluff" flashed again. Under the orange-red light, he helped Albers up and took the young detective to the window, pointing to the courtyard and the busy people at the suspension bridge. The manor servants spoke firmly.

"Even if it's for them, you must accept it!"

"You not only saved the manor, but also their lives!"

"I can't imagine how tragic their fate would be after the manor was breached without your help!"

Albers was stunned.

The somewhat dazed young detective turned his head and looked at Arthur at this moment.

Under the dim light, Arthur was surrounded by light, but his eyes were firmly looking at the darkness outside the window, and the pity and intolerance in his expression made those firm eyes...

Light!

At this moment, Albers seemed to understand better what Malz meant by master!

The inexplicable emotion mixed with the effects of alcohol made the young detective blurt out——

"Exchange!"

"Let's swap!"

"I still have a lot of mysterious knowledge that my uncle taught me. We can all exchange it!"