"Other demons..." Sebas said softly meaningfully and looked at Charles.

Shire nodded.

Sebas walked to Trandong and said, "Young Master, are you interested in working with us?"

"Cooperation?" Trandon was stunned for a moment. He had just lost Arnold's great help, but he didn't expect another demon to come up to cooperate?

"Yes, cooperate, let's find out the truth behind everything," Sebas said.

Trandon frowned: "All things?"

"Yes, everything." Shire said, "I'm going to end everything."

Trandon and Su Mo looked at each other.

Trandon originally thought that he was carrying a deep blood hatred, which was already deep enough. Unexpectedly, the little girl who looked similar to him seemed to be carrying a deeper darkness than he wanted?

What she has to do seems to be much more difficult than herself.

"Cooperate, then cooperate." Trandon said.

"Wow, young master, you are so casual. By the way, you know what else you know besides knowing that she is a demon and a real loli, and you know that you are going to cooperate! Young master, as a housekeeper, I have to remind you that when you see the little loli cute, you will rush up to kneel down like this - the licking behavior is too slim. Where is the dignity and demeanor of aristocratic being agreed?" Su Mo was heartbroken.

What about that cold and ruthless young master who often "kills him"? Why did he get instantly cowardly when he meets a cute little loli?

You are not the soldier king who crawled out of the sea of ​​blood in urban novels without blinking.

To sum up, it's just one sentence: "You disappointed me."

"..." Trandon was speechless for a moment. Why was the other person's housekeeper Arnold able to fight, or the Seven Sins obedient, and the Queen's Sister in front of him.

And this is how my housekeeper is?!

Although they had done what they had assigned perfectly, the mouth...Trandon felt that when the mouth was sewn, this guy might be a perfect butler.

Sebas next to him also looked at Su Mo. This way of getting along seemed to be a reference.

"You can't learn from him, this is an order." But the little Lolichar seemed very foresighted and said directly to Sebas.

Sebass looked a little disappointed on his face, but he still owed his body and said, "As you wish, my master."

"If I give the same order, will it work?" Trandon looked at Su Mo.

Su Mo turned his head and pretended not to hear him.

"It turns out that I'm a bastard, I shouldn't have any hope." Trandon said.

"Okay, young master, now is not the time to worry about such trivial matters. Don't forget our purpose." Su Mo said.

"By the way, nothing happened to Wilber, right?" Trandon remembered the real purpose of crossing most of the empire and coming to this remote village.

"It's okay, we just looked for him and had some things to ask. Unexpectedly, the old man lay on the ground and I didn't do anything at all." Sebas said.

"That's good." Trandon stood up.

"Miss, we can wait in the carriage." Sebass suggested to Charles.

"Okay, but you'll tell me what you know later." Charle said to Trandon.

"Yes, if we can really cooperate," said Trandon, finally not becoming the "second generation of nobles" in Su Mo's mind who was blinded by the little loli.

"Young Master, you are here to save me. Thank you so much."

Hearing familiar footsteps, Wilber suddenly came out from under the bed, not at all as if he was half dead just now.

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Trandon didn't look good, and walked to the chair and sat down, "Tell me everything you know."

"Young Master, since you're back here," said Wilber, "then means you know almost everything I know, and I can't help you too much."

"Is there any way I can help me?" Trandon keenly realized what Wilber said.

Wilber was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly, "Young Master is still so smart. I can tell you everything I know, but please let me go, the old man who is about to die."

"...Are you really a dying old man?" Trandon muttered.

"It's only twenty or thirty years to live the young master." Wilber said.

"Okay, okay." Trandon quickly interrupted the old guy, "Tell me everything you know, I'll leave immediately, I won't care about other things."

"I knew that the kind young master would forgive me, a poor old man who just wanted to spend his old age." Wilber immediately praised and then returned to his serious expression, "Young master, what do you want to know."

Fortunately, after Su Mo's training, Tranton became a little adaptable to this mutational style: "What do you know about that island."

"The master did not let me participate, but I still know something when I passed by my hands." Wilber said, "In addition to the master, there is also the Marquis of Monroe and another force involved."

"The Marquis Monroe is dead," said Trandon.

"Dead? Master, you..." Wilber was stunned for a moment.

"It's not me, but it's almost the same. Even if he doesn't die, he will die at my hands." Trandon said, "The other force I want to know is hidden very deeply and is also the most important force."

"Well..." Welber nodded, "I don't know that power, do you know that? I don't know. But I know, at least the Marquis or the Duke family are involved, and I am 80% sure."

"So, there are twenty-one goals?" Trandon said.

The entire British Empire, with three dukes and twenty marquises, subtracting the Marquis of Monroe and the Wobus family, only twenty one left.

"Master, have you forgotten something?" said Wilber.

"You mean, royal family?" Trandon stood up suddenly.

"No, no, I didn't talk about the royal family." Wilber waved his hand repeatedly, "Young master, I really don't know who the third party is, and it is not impossible to say it is a royal family. However, in comparison, the suspicion of the royal family is the lowest. After all, I think it is a royal family, so there is no need to be such a secret."

"You can't say that, you have never been to that island. You don't know that it is a hell on earth." Trandon said, "If it is really known, I don't think the royal seat will be stable."

"Young Master, you are missing..." Welber said as if he suddenly understood something.

"Don't you know?" Trandon asked.

Wilber shook his head with a serious expression: "I really don't know about this. I thought it was after the master died, and those people began to clean up... and those fools wanted to compete for their property, so I simply took this opportunity to escape from the place of right and wrong."

"... Sure enough, I knew how old guy, you, could not beat those idiots." Trandon said.

"Don't say that, if you really have a firm heart, a small 'former butler' is not much different from that of a commoner in the imperial capital." Wilber said with some excitement.

"Is there anything else you know," Trandon asked.

"There is a basement in the manor. I have been in it several times. I think there should be a secret room inside." Wilber said, "If the master left something, it should be in it."

"The underground secret room is still a dark room?" Trandon was stunned for a moment.

On the night he learned the truth, he thought that his father left some important clues or other things in the manor.

However, he searched all the bedrooms, study rooms and other places, but found nothing.

Unexpectedly, the dark room was actually inside the basement. Speaking of which, the basement was actually quite hidden, it was half a dark room itself. Who thought there was a dark room inside?

"Well, young master, have you not seen the manor planning map... Only in that place can you hide another dark room?" said Wilber.

"I haven't seen it." Trandon grew up in the manor since he was a child. He thought he was very familiar with the manor, so of course he wouldn't be bored to look at any planning map. "Also, what do you mean by saying that there is only one place to hide another dark room?"

"The other locations are not enough space. I was a little involved in part when I was retouched." Wilber said.

"It turns out that it's just because there is not enough space..." Trandon felt ache and thought it was such a tall and upright reverse thinking.

"I'll have a good look when I go back, where are you?" Trandon stood up, meaning the conversation was about to end.

"I will find another place." Wilber said with a smile, "This time, Master, you will not find me again."

"I won't come to you again. I hope you can have a better life in the next twenty or thirty years." Trandon said.

"Young Master, please go slowly." Wilber tidied up his clothes and gave an extremely perfect and impeccable gift to Trandon.

"Goodbye, my dear old housekeeper."

Trandon also replied with a gift.

He understood that this was the last time he saw this old housekeeper who had served the Wobus family for many years. This treacherous - no, the smart old guy would definitely not appear again and would be involved in the whirlpool of the imperial capital.

With some sighs and some inexplicable sorrow, Trandon walked to the door.

"Wait, Master, I have one more thing to say." Wilber said, "Whether you believe it or not, I deliberately didn't tell you these things because I didn't want you to become a revenge evil spirit. I think if you don't take the initiative to provoke anything, Sebass, the butler, should be able to protect your consideration."

Trandon paused for a moment, smiled and said, "Okay, I believe in you."

"So, Master, can you help me with some moving fees?"

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"roll!"
Chapter completed!