Sean Randolph, Ron's butler, is also the Grand Butler of Swan Castle.

Swanstein Castle has many butlers, Sean Randolph is their leader, he is personally responsible to Ron Leslie, when Ron was a child, Sean was his playmate, this is a certain rule of family inheritance, under normal circumstances, when the heir grows up, his personal butler will choose one of those childhood playmates, when he really inherits the family business, this personal butler will also become the big butler.

This is true of all old families.

I don't know how much more powerful this kind of butler is than the so-called trained British butlers on the market.

Take Sean as an example, he is even a transcendent, although because of his talent, he is not good at fighting, and he does not know much divine script, however, after all, he is a transcendent, groveling in front of someone, serving as someone's servant, and only in blue-blooded nobles like the Leslie family can appear, Sean is not ashamed, for him, this is a symbol of loyalty.

Of course, Ron's attitude towards Sean is not domineering.

The kind of aristocrat who loses his temper with his subordinates at every turn is not a real aristocracy, a real aristocracy must be moral, chivalrous, and educated, at least, in public.

"Something's wrong?"

Ron Leslie's voice drifted in the wind, exhausted.

"Master, something bad happened......"

Sean looked up.

He also had gray hair, more gray than Ron Leslie, and his face was wrinkled, like a trail of hills all over his face, compared to him, Ron's face was very smooth, without a trace of wrinkles.

"Don't be in a hurry!"

Ron waved his hand and motioned for Sean not to speak.

He walked to the corner of the balcony and sat down on a set of sofas, and then asked Sean who came after him to sit down as well, after sitting down, Sean naturally picked up the teapot placed on the coffee table in the middle of the sofa, poured a cup of black tea for Ron Leslie, and brought it to him, Ron took the black tea, put it to his mouth and took a sip gently, and then, holding it in his hand, said in a deep voice.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

Sean Randolph rubbed his cheeks.

"Camp is missing ......"

He didn't wait for Ron Leslie to ask, and continued.

"Camp James is one of my stewards, he was born in Nancheng, he knows the situation in Nancheng very well, and the most important thing is that during the absurd period when the young master was young, he followed the young master, although he failed to become the young master's personal butler in the end, but he was also arranged by the young master to a trading house and was responsible for the business of that trading house. ”

Ron looked up, his expression a little gloomy.

"He has a good relationship with the young master, and after the young master got married, he was also helping the young master do things......"

"Doing things?"

Ron interrupted Sean.

"It's a pimp for that guy...... When I saw a beautiful folk woman, I took the initiative to introduce it to that guy and let that guy hunt for beauty!"

At this, Ron Leslie let out a long sigh.

"It's all my fault, I didn't teach him well, after his mother passed away, he was still busy with his own affairs, and he developed a rebellious character, otherwise, he would not be so frivolous at the age of forty, and he dared to break into a strange world with a few people!"

Clenching his fists hard, Ron swung it.

"That's the Realm of Wonders! the Mysterious Realm...... Doesn't he know that the Secret Realm is terrifying? Some Secret Realms don't even dare to act rashly, and in history, it's not that there are no masters who have fallen in the Secret Realm, what is he? Not even an extraordinary person, he dares to enter the Secret Realm with a few magical weapons that he thinks are powerful, and he takes his life as a matter at all!"

Gritting his teeth, Ron's voice seemed to pop out.

"Such a guy, whether he dies or not, if he really wants to hand over Swan Castle to him, what future does the family have?"

"Old man......"

Sean stopped talking.

"Say it......"

Ron Leslie collapsed backwards, leaning back against the couch back.

"Some time ago, after the lord ordered the incident, I explained it to Kemp, and asked him to collect information first, and after that, I would listen to his report every day, because the master said that there should be no fanfare, just need to understand, and there is no need to act, so I didn't take action, just let Kemp pay more attention to it, don't let those children be harmed......"

Hearing this, Ron's eyes narrowed, with a murderous aura.

"Yesterday, the master asked me to take action, and I asked Kemp to determine which children might be related to the young master, and try not to miss them, and then, I will go to Reims City to meet him and meet those children in person......"

"So, he's missing today?"

Ron Leslie sneered.

"Master, it's all my fault, it's not human, and the sin deserves death......"

Sean Randolph lowered his head, a guilty expression.

"Don't do this, you are at fault, but you don't deserve death, in this situation, your subordinates will have other thoughts, it is very normal, if this opportunity appears, if that one does not do it, it will be even more surprising!"

He looked at Sean and whispered.

"Klein's appearance, I really don't have the skills, I can only hand over things to you, so many things are on your shoulders, everything has to be managed, everything has to be taken care of, and occasional omissions are inevitable, not to mention, I know very well the means of that one, even if you take precautions very closely, he can find a gap like a pillow and get in, not to mention, this used to be his home, and it can't be prevented!"

With that, Ron Leslie sneered again.

"He thinks that if Klein's illegitimate son is slaughtered, I will have to hand over the family to him?"

As the sun set, Ron Leslie's smile became even worse.

"Those bastards have the blood of the Leslies, but the blood is tainted and mixed with the blood of filthy untouchables, and I would never hand over Hellstein Castle to such a man unless I had no choice......"

With that, Ron Leslie stood up.

"It's just that this is Klein's bloodline after all, and he can't be allowed to kill at will, leaving a descendant for Crane, that is, the last thing I, as a father, do for this uncompetitive son!"

He looked at Sean, his eyes quite vicissitudes.

"Get up, Sean. ”

Sean Randolph stood up, standing behind Ron Leslie as he had done before, his back slightly hunched, his hands on the outside of his thighs, standing solemnly, and posing as if he was ready to give orders.

"Come with me to Reims City, to meet that camp, if he is still alive, he wants to ask him what he has to rely on, how dare he betray me, I want to see if that fellow can stand up for him!"