Outside the Tate family's estate, a postman in a black single-breasted jacket carries a large dark green satchel.

In the manor area, each mailbox is in charge of a special person, and all letters and parcels will be specially delivered by these exclusive postmen first.

Passing through the iron gate outside, a wide red brick road leads to the villa inside, and the road is lined with flower beds and green spaces, which are repaired by special attendants.

Of course, he couldn't enter the manor directly without permission, so he just stood at the door, and the waiter inside also knew him, nodded and quickly ran into the villa to report.

In a few moments, the Butler Quirrell of the Tate family walked down the red brick road.

The postman sometimes wondered if the housekeepers of these great families were more tired than their masters, for the young lads and girls were always dashing, and they still had manners in their bodies, but not much.

"Mr. Dweck, do you have any mail today?"

Quirrell was already quite old, tall but inevitably thin, gray-sideburned, and always liked to smile when he spoke to the outside world, which made most of the squires and servants of the Tate family think very well of him.

"Yes, there is a piece of mail, sent from Denbyshire, and a package...... Nameless, someone put it in the mail deposit outside the manor area, and only the address for receiving it was written, which was Tate Manor. ”

He took the two items out of his satchel and stacked them on top of each other and handed them to Butler Quirrell, who was ready to turn away when he took them.

"Wait, Mr. Dweck, who sent this parcel with no sender's information, and it has to be somehow to show up at the mail deposit in the manor area, isn't it?, as the exclusive postman of the Tate family, it is your duty to remember the state of all mail when it arrives and to make sure it arrives in our hands in good condition. ”

Quirrell called out to Dwwick, who was about to leave, and his gaze lingered briefly on the package.

The simple packaging with no aesthetic appeal, the shell is just an ordinary material, there is no special badge on it, and there is no doubt that this package was not sent by a partner of the Tate family or someone close to the family.

After all, for the people of the class that Mr. Wesley Tate had access to, they wanted to mail something, even if it was very simple, and its packaging should not be sloppy in the slightest, which was the standard for Quirrell as a Butler who was often in charge of packing things.

If it is just handled casually, it is just a vulgar person who is considered rude and has no artistic beauty at all, and it is the most serious thing to disgrace the owner.

"This one I ...... I think it should be a postman from out of town, yes, it should be ......"

Dweck scoffed.

Quirrell was talking about what he was doing, which was actually a very easy thing to do, although there were a lot of emails from the Tate family, but in fact most of them were all kinds of goods that Miss Matiel had bought in the King's Sparrow District, and at first everyone had to check it and explain what it was to record.

Later, I remembered too much, and boredom became inevitable.

There are too many times, and there are those individuals back and forth, how can it be possible for everyone who comes to take a look?

Humans are the laziest of all races, there is no doubt about that.

It's just that some people want to be lazy, so they invent all kinds of things, and the other part, they want to be lazy, that is, they are really lazy......

"You don't remember?"

Quirrell held the package in both hands, his feet spread apart, and he stepped forward.

"This ...... I'm really sorry because I slept too late yesterday so I wasn't in good spirits this morning, please give me another chance and I'll definitely be ..... next time"

Before he could finish speaking, Dweck found that his perspective suddenly spun around, and the next second he hit the trunk of a tree behind him, and the violent impact caused him to shrink into a ball like a shrimp when he fell.

"Mr. Dweck, you have been fired, I will send someone else to take over your work, this is your medical bill, goodbye!"

The golden pound was tossed high from Quirrell's hand and landed in front of Dwyck, who wanted to speak, not to curse, but to intercede, he didn't want to lose his job.

However, when he saw Quirrell's indifferent gaze, all the words could only be swallowed back to his throat in silence, and he staggered up from the ground, picked up the gold pound, and left.

Quirrell glanced at the letter, tucked it between his fingers, then picked up the package with both hands, looked around, put it to his ear, found nothing unusual, went to the side room of the main hall, and cut open the package with a knife.

This is not a private viewing, as the butler of the Tate family, Quirrell has the right to open this special package directly.

This is to prevent some harmful things from being loaded inside and causing harm to the owner's house.

"Gift box?"

Open the outermost packaging, inside is a lilac gift box, also without any labels and emblems, which is the most common type of box.

Wear a pair of black leather gloves and a mechanical mask, this is to prevent anyone from touching the trap on the box.

Call~

He breathed a sigh of relief under the mask and lifted the lid with both hands.

In the next second, Rao was Quirrell, an old butler who had experienced an unknown amount of wind and rain, his hands were still frozen in the air, and he silently covered it back after a while.

Taking off his gloves and mask, Quirrell's face was not pretty.

The contents of the box itself Quirrell didn't care, the problem was the meaning behind it.

Walking around the table twice, holding your hands behind your back, then clasping them in front of you, or standing still at the table, looking at the box in silence.

The attendant who passed by the door had never seen such an anxious butler, and after thinking about it, he stepped forward and asked, "Mr. Butler, is there anything you need my help with?"

God is pitiful, he just wants himself to leave a good impression in the heart of Butler Quirrell, after all, this is the old butler of the Tate family in front of him, even in front of the master, he is a being who can speak.

"Help, of course, you came at the right time, you give this box you just sent to Lord Wesley, and if he asks me, he says I'm going to check the person who sent the mail, understand?"

The butler looked at the attendant, his eyes full of approval, and handed the box into his hand, and continued,

"By the way, are you married? Serve the Tate family, even if it is a squire, if there is a marriage, we will give a subsidy. ”

"Not yet, it's just that I have a girlfriend, thank you for your concern. ”

The squire said with some embarrassment.

Not married, that is, no children.

Not a big problem.

"Well, be sure to hand over the things to the master as soon as possible. ”

With that, Quirrell left the Tate family's villa and walked along the way to the mail storage for about 5 minutes.

Return the way you came.

"Mr. Butler, the master is angry, something has happened!"

When they reached the door, two servants ran out of the door, panicking.

"I know, don't talk around, go and call the captain of the guard. ”

Quirrell, who had been prepared, walked into the lobby, his footsteps were not fast, smelling the blood in the air, and found Wesley's study.

Pushing open the door, the first thing I saw was the ragbag-like corpse hanging by the wall, and I didn't have to think about it to know that it was the guard.

Shook his head slightly, hard work on him.

Wesley sat on his desk, head held high, and the sound of heavy gasps could be heard even by Quirrell a few meters away.

"Master, I went to check the situation of the mail depository, and our exclusive postman did not record the person who gave the gift box at that time......"

Quirrell's gaze rested on the box on the table, which was lined with a layer of red festive satin, and in the middle was an index finger, white and slender, which at first glance knew that it was the finger of a girl who never did rough work or lifted heavy objects.

Attached to this finger is a ring, a delicate crown made of silver filigree set with a pink gemstone.

"This is a gift I gave to Martil when she was an adult..... Now it's been sent back, with Matiel's fingers...... Don't let me find him, I'll let him know what hell is!"

Wesley's eyes gleamed fiercely, and his hands propped himself up on the table.

Strangely, his gaze was not on the finger, but on the note placed under the finger in the box.

It is not intimidation, nor blackmail, nor is it a mocking statement.

Just three words plus a punctuation mark: Taste?

The butler hadn't opened the note before, he had only seen it now, and his eyes flashed with an inexplicable light.

"What do you think next?"

Wesley's voice was extremely calm, and all anger was suppressed at this moment.

It's not that he has strong emotional self-control or doesn't care about Mathil Tate, but that the meaning behind the note makes Wesley have to deal with it with 100% calm.

"Do you need me to check again...... Some peripherals can be disposed of to make sure nothing goes wrong. ”

The butler bowed down and said softly, as the old man of the Tate family, he knew exactly what had happened in this villa in the past few decades.

"Hmph, Quirrell, after all these years of precipitation, your character is still the same...... I can't hold my breath!"

If you want to make people perish, you must first make them crazy, and it will always be a taboo in the game.

"Don't do anything superfluous, he sent Martiel's finger and this note, just to tell me that he had discovered something, low psychological tactics, poor skills, and acted rashly at this time...... Wait, keep waiting, don't do anything, he can't help but jump out again. ”

In Wesley's view, the other party's behavior is not so much about discovering something, but rather about discovering nothing.

The enemy just wants him to have the same idea as Quirrell, thinking that his secret has been discovered and to prepare, as long as they make a move, what was not exposed will be truly exposed!