Chapter 184: Unraveling the Mystery (1)

Finally, the last piece of the puzzle has been completed, and Zuston also believes that it is time to unravel the mystery, of course, it is not enough to just uncover the mystery, and it is also crucial for the person who should be punished to receive the punishment he deserves. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Zuston soon found himself outside a sprawling manor, which is arguably one of the most iconic buildings in the Continent of Light.

Not because of how luxurious it was, not because of how large the scale was, but simply because of the people who once lived here, the mansion of Grahide, one of the twelve paladins of the original Templars, to quell the rebellion of the demon clan.

Although this person has passed away, his name has long been on the altar, and in the Continent of Light, it can be said that everyone knows it. No matter how many generations it has been handed down, those who inherit this surname will become nobles.

Zuston rang the doorbell, and a middle-aged man in white civilian clothes walked out of the big house, and looked at Zuston through the iron gate of the fence, and Zuston could guess from the man's plain clothes and the smell of flowers coming from his body that the other party should be the gardener in charge of taking care of the garden.

Perhaps it was because Zuston's dress was too casual, and these workers may have only seen well-dressed dignitaries and dignitaries who looked like high-class people visiting.

It's just that Zuston also thinks that this is not surprising, all along, people's inherent thinking is like this, you are at the top, if an ordinary person has nothing to do, how can you climb high? In general, it is not surprising to classify these as miscellaneous people.

The gardener fox asked, "Are you?" Zuston noticed that the other party did not use honorifics, although it was unexpected, but it was also reasonable, Zuston had already guessed, if it weren't for Zuston's broad-mindedness and didn't care, I am afraid that opening his mouth at this time would be a sentence of "dog fighting human power".

Zuston just smiled and said, "Hello, I want to find the Duke of Graheid. Seeing that the other party was much older than himself, Zuston consciously used honorifics. If the other party knew that Zuston's identity was still higher than that of the Duke he was serving, I am afraid that he would already be at a loss for fear at this time.

"The master is not at home, if there is something, come back next time." Perhaps he was accustomed to doing so, or perhaps his master had commanded him to do so, and the gardener wanted to go back after saying this, but Zuston stopped the gardener and said with a smile: "Please tell the Duke that there is a man surnamed 'Zuston' looking for him." ā€

When the gardener heard this, he looked back at Zuston again, and then said, "Okay, I see." Perhaps because of Zuston's self-confidence, his tone and tone softened a lot, and he was always aware of some unwritten rules for working in these noble mansions.

Generally speaking, these bigwigs will be bored in their hearts, but they are not easy to refuse for the sake of face, so these heavy responsibilities fall on these workers. However, if you accidentally offend someone you can't afford to mess with, everything will be over.

After more than ten years of crawling and rolling here, he still understands these truths very well, working in this kind of place, you must learn to watch the wind, follow the wind, and don't offend people to have the last laugh.

Not long after the gardener returned to the big house, a woman in a make-up suit came out and walked briskly, and hurriedly saluted, asking the workers to immediately open the iron gate of the fence to welcome the guests.

Zuston noticed that the gardener just now lowered his head at this time, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead, Zuston gave the gardener a gentle smile and signaled that he didn't mind, and then walked into the house under the woman's lead.

As soon as he entered the house, Zuston had to say that the environment of this aristocratic class was indeed enviable, and the living room was not full of gold, and even the decorations were antiques or some priceless handmade items.

The woman said softly: "I didn't know that His Highness had arrived, and I missed the distance, so please don't mind Your Highness." The woman's voice was so sweet and sweet that it would have been hard to guess that it was Anduin's mother had he had not seen it in Anduin's memory.

The woman has a beauty that does not match her age, and her voice is gentle and crisp, if it weren't for Zuston noticing the subtle wrinkles of the woman, it is really difficult to think that this woman has already passed the best double decade, but Zuston also knows that even from these wrinkles, the woman is at most about 30 years old, and the difference between her actual age is at least half.

"Women all over the world love beauty, and if they can get into a wealthy family, they will have more resources, and it will be much more convenient for their face, so it is no wonder why women yearn for wealthy families." Zuston thought.

The middle-aged beautiful woman invited Zuston to sit down, and said with a smile: "Please don't blame Your Highness, my husband learned of His Highness's arrival, and insisted on changing into a formal suit to see His Highness, in order to show respect for His Highness, and asked His Highness to wait for a while." ā€

Zuston smiled and said indifferently: "I took the liberty of bothering, it was supposed to wait." ā€

"Please also ask Your Highness to have a cup of tea first, and wait for me to urge." The middle-aged beautiful woman ordered the housekeeper to make a cup of fine black tea for Zuston, apologized to Zuston, and walked upstairs quickly. Of course, Zuston knew that in such a short time, the duke should not have known about his arrival, and the middle-aged beauty was just taking this opportunity to inform him, but why should he break the law if he knew the law, and besides, Zuston was not very willing to bully others with his identity, so wait a little, Zuston hummed a little in his heart.

Not long after, even the black tea was not served, a solemn middle-aged man in formal clothes walked down from the upstairs, and when he saw Zuston, he immediately knelt down and apologized: "I didn't expect His Highness to come, and I missed the time when I was in a hurry, and I hope Your Highness will atone for your sins." ā€

Zuston smiled softly, "Please get up." After that, he stepped forward to help the man, but the man was a little flattered, and hurriedly waved his hand to stand up.

When the man was about to say something, Zuston said softly, "Can you sit down and talk slowly?" Zuston really didn't like this kind of secular class concept, but in the face of these people, Zuston knew very well that no matter what he said, the other party could not really abandon these ideas, and it was better to go straight to the point than to waste time talking nonsense that didn't make sense.

The man answered "yes" and sat down opposite Zuston, and then, the middle-aged beautiful woman asked for a gift and sat down next to the man, at this time, Zuston had time to look at the man.

Compared to Anduin's memory, the man was much older, especially the gray hair on his head, which added a bit of vicissitudes, and at the same time, betrayed his age.

For the sake of the truth, he had to cruelly let these two old men look back on the painful memories that could not be recalled, and when he thought of this, Zuston sighed in his heart......