Walking into the manor, the elegant old housekeeper next to him followed him, his steps were always half a step away from Charles, which seemed quite polite.

"The master is in the White Tower for a state meeting. His wife is going to attend the music salon of Earl Maeve and will be back at about seven o'clock in the evening."

He explained the situation in this way in a slightly turning tone, as if he was afraid that he would be the only one to greet him, which would make Charles have an objection. He could not tell at all that he had any grudges.

Stepping on the cobbled road leading to the manor house, the grass on both sides was neatly repaired by the gardener. When they went deeper, a team of guards wearing uniform white uniforms and holding flintlock rifles nodded to the old housekeeper when they passed by, and even saluted Shire.

The eldest master of the Kelanston family has only been away for a few months, and it is impossible for these guards to not know each other.

Charles returned the gift, and then, under the guidance of the butler, stepped forward to the door of the house, and the butler opened the door for him quite decently.

After thanking him, Charles walked into it, and the magnificent hall came into his eyes.

The cumbersome and deserted lighting is quietly hanging high on the roof, with neat and square brown-black velvet carpets under the feet, and the tables, chairs and sofas around them are neatly arranged. Because of the season, the fireplace at the end of the hall is blocked at this time, covered by a huge goddess painting. It goes beyond the wide living room, and the large round arched window stands opposite the fireplace. The bright light outside shines on a tea and dining area in front of the window.

There are corridors leading to other side halls on both sides, and at the end of the sight is a brown wood staircase lingering above. At this time, the two maids are bent down there to wipe the handrails.

Seeing someone pushing the door in, they turned their heads and saw that the person was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly greeted him.

"Xia, Master Xia."

The maids looked a little nervous, and they were even more nervous when they saw Charle approaching.

Charles was speechless about this, but he just nodded at them and climbed upstairs under the guidance of the butler.

The two servants breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at each other.

"I'm going to be in chaos again?"

"Who knows..."

“We should be careful.”

...

Continuously climbing upwards, the servants greeted each other continuously.

This house is really big, so there are many servants needed. With only the stairs, Charles encountered seven or eight consecutively.

He felt a little extravagant about this - if you remember correctly, there are only three people living in this house.

Countess Corranston and his cheap brother.

"Didn't the Chancellor of the Exchequer avoid suspicion..."

He murmured secretly, followed the old housekeeper to the top floor of the house, and walked deeper in the bright corridor full of oil paintings. Finally, they stopped outside a door in the corner of the top floor.

"Young Master, after you left, this place has been blocked. No one else will come here except the servants responsible for cleaning, so you should not need to adapt to anything."

The butler said to himself, not realizing that there were vague sounds of subtle conversations coming from behind the door.

Maybe the room was soundproofed, and the sound was so weak that the old housekeeper suddenly didn't notice it, but Charles couldn't ignore it.

Especially after he heard clearly the specifics.

"Don't be discouraged. The spell is to keep practicing. After the pronunciation standard, the great Burning Heart will slowly recognize you. I will do it in two months. If you work hard, I guess it will be a month or two later. Look at what I just did, it's very easy."

...

Spell? Burning Heart?

It was quite strange about this, so Charles pushed the door open and entered.

Looking around, there were a group of four people sitting around the sofa in the room, three men and one woman, short, fat or thin, but no matter what appearance, these young people were dressed appropriately.

Among them, a brown-haired boy sitting on the side single sofa was holding a book, bowing his head and stumbled at it: "In the name of Allen Columnston, great, great..."

The sound came to an abrupt end as the door was pushed open.

The red-haired girl sitting in the main seat was originally admiring the awkwardness of the brown-haired boy. After hearing the sound, she couldn't help but frown, then looked at the person who came, "Who are you? Go out!"

She seemed to be the owner of this place, which made Charles a little confused. The butler beside him looked a little embarrassed and whispered to Charles: "This is Princess Yilin, the royal family."

At the same time, the brown-haired boy saw the person clearly, quickly put down the book, and pulled the girl's sleeve. "Don't, he is my brother."

"Your brother?" The girl was stunned when she heard this, then couldn't help staring at Charles, with a hint of contempt and anger flashing in her eyes.

Although "Shar" has been away from the city for a long time, things about him are still well known.

He loves fighting, bullying others with power, has a bad temper, and a moody personality. Everyone in the circle of young people in Dulin knows that apart from looking good, the eldest son of the Chancellor of the Finance Minister is useless.

Especially when this once unreasonable and beat a prince with a good reputation in the royal family, this "prejudice" reached its peak.

After he was "exiled to the frontier" for this, many of his peers were simply celebrating each other and were overjoyed.

But I didn’t expect that this irritable playboy is back now?

How long has it been?

"Alan, let's go." The prince who was beaten was one of his brothers. Naturally, the girl would not have any good face. She couldn't help but feel disgusted. She pulled up the brown-haired boy's arm and prepared to leave.

Others here also stood up from their seats, looked at Charles with a slight dodging, as if they could not avoid it.

But their idea of ​​leaving immediately could not succeed, because it was full of paper left after their "secret party".

So the young people had to quickly start bent down to clean up.

Charles watched all this quietly with his arms in his arms.

Although no one said anything to him, he could clearly feel the rejection of these people.

But he didn't care about this. As long as no one made a clear hostility, who cares about his death, but...

In the cleaning room, a piece of white paper full of secret texts escaped from the stack of papers and floated to Charles' feet. He bent down and picked it up and saw that the things recorded on it looked quite familiar.

"Big, brother, please..." Seeing him holding this piece of paper, the brown-haired boy hurried to Charles, his expression full of tension, as if he was very afraid of Charles.

After glanced at the stuttering "brother", Charles ignored it. He thought about it and folded the paper with his backhand and turned it into a long strip. Then he lowered his head and looked at it, opening and closing his lips.

Under the faint sound of spells, the colorless "flame" suddenly burned up along the corners. As it spread, black secret texts broke out from the paper, drifted across the air and fell to the ground, and small words of the fly head sunken on the floor were imprinted on the floor.

Under everyone's astonished eyes, the secret text fell off in a few breaths, and the paper was quietly burned to pieces and turned into ashes, but the spell was not finished, but it became louder and louder.

The high-pitched spell sounds are full of enthusiasm, which is a common feature of fire spells.

Finally, with a bang, gray and black smoke rose, and a handful of orange flames suddenly ignited on the brown floor. At first, it was only the size of a palm, but after it appeared, it spread rapidly in all directions.

The smell of burning wood began to spread around it until the teenage girls with a choking nose and a dull expression suddenly woke up.

"Brother, stop quickly!"

"You're crazy!?"
Chapter completed!