The words of the future prince in front of him are right. It was indeed an insult to let him and this inferior blood, which had no quality to speak of, indeed an insult to these nobles who had blue blood flowing in their bodies. But......

Looking at the young man in front of him, and then at the blood in the crystal goblet on the tray he was carrying, old Holly shook his head helplessly. "Kavin! My dear child. If you really don't want to drink it, then I'll serve it. I think the Prince must be very clear about the situation here. So I'm sure it won't be long before we're out of here. ”

"Bang! ......" Just as Old Hawley finished speaking, the door to the room was suddenly pushed open from the outside. An emaciated figure, somewhat staggering, ran into the room.

"Hervey! What's so flustered? Look at the way you look, where do you still look like a nobleman? I really regret that I will take you with me this time! Before the thin figure who had come in could stand still, old Hawley's scolding rang out in the room.

"Oh! I'm sorry butler, but I have something urgent to discuss with you. So, please forgive me for being unreasonable. The figure that had broken in bowed humbly to old Hawley. But the strange thing is that although this guy named Hervey is very respectful to old Hawley, for Carvin who is sitting on the wooden chair, Hervey doesn't even look at him as if he didn't see him. It seems that to him, Carvin is nothing more than an air-like existence.

What's even more puzzling is that for Hull's ignorance, Carvin didn't pay any attention to it. There was not even a trace of anger on his face. As if Hull was supposed to be like this.

"If you have something to discuss, won't you knock on the door? What are your hands for? Although the gaffe of Hervey made old Hawley curious about what this guy in front of him had to discuss with him, and what kind of thing could make him so alarmed. However, for Hervey's faux pas, old Hawley is still very calculating.

"I beg your pardon, my butler." Sensing the anger of old Hawley, Hervey's body trembled in fear. "I'm very sorry for my faux pas. I don't think there will be a next time......"

"It seems that I am going to find someone to teach you how to be a good nobleman. But before I do that, I'd like to hear if you have anything to discuss with me. ”

"That's right, Lord Butler, we just got a Chinese...... here."

"An Oriental makes you panic like this?" Hearing that Hervey turned out to be for the Chinese, and it was still one, Old Huo used his eyes that seemed to be a little cloudy to glance at Hervey, and then interrupted Hervey without waiting for Hervey to finish: "It seems that the decision I just made needs to be changed." Hervey, I don't think there's any need for you to stay here anymore. Now, I ask you to return to England at once, to where you came from. Now you still need some experience to exercise your fragile mind. ”

"Nope! My Steward! Please allow me to finish my sentence in any way......" Hearing that old Hawley was going to let him go back to England, Hervey's body trembled again.

"Good! You said! I'd like to see what kind of Chinese scared you like this......"

"Nope! My housekeeper, that Chinese is nothing special, he is ordinary, as ordinary as a drop of water...... However, he was accompanied by a wolf. ”

"A Chinese and a wolf? Hervey, I suddenly feel that what you said now has a little more meaning. Now, tell me what kind of wolf it is. ”

"It was a big, white wolf. Although it seemed docile next to the Chinese, I could feel that it was just a means to hide its cruelty. Especially when I look into its eyes...... Oh! Oh my God! My steward, you don't know what comes to mind when I see the wolf's eyes. Really, you would never have imagined that the wolf's eyes reminded me of a race that had disappeared for a long time - werewolves! ”

"What, werewolf?"

"Yes, Lord Butler! I swear to you as a nobleman, I absolutely did not lie to you. The identity of that wolf is really very suspicious. I think it's necessary for you to go over and take a look......"

"Old Hawley, I think this room is a little hot, and I want to go out for a walk. I wonder if you would like to accompany me outside to breathe the breath of the Orientals? I thought maybe we could find some good quality blood out there......"

Hearing Hervey's exaggerated description, Carvin, who was sitting on the wooden chair, said suddenly very abruptly without waiting for old Hawley to say something.

"Yes! My dear Carvin. If you don't say it, I don't feel how muddy the air is. So, I guess we'd better get out now. Hearing Calvin's proposal, old Hawley said very cooperatively. Moreover, he cooperated and fanned twice in front of his nose with his hand. It was as if the air in this room was as muddy as he said it was. Hearing the conversation between Old Holly and Calvin, Hervey turned around and walked out of the room as if he hadn't heard anything, even if there was no one in the room at all, and what he had just said was just to speak to the air.

"Old Hawley, let's go out!" Seeing Hervey go out, Calvin also got up from his chair. Then, the two of them walked out of the room one after the other.

"Old ghost! The thing that the little guy mentioned just now seems to be very interesting, do you think we have also been? ”

Just as Caven and old Holly walked out of the room, a woman's voice suddenly sounded in the room where there should be no one. As soon as the voice fell, another man's voice rang out in the room.

"Nope! My dear! I think we should continue to stay here. You know, our job is just to stay in this room and record if the future little prince has spoken to the other guys. You know, we can't leave this room. Otherwise, if those bastards outside see us, the old fellows of the Council of Elders will definitely drain the blood of the two of us. So my dear, let's take advantage of the little prince's absence, and rest for a while! ”

"I'm just talking, you don't have to talk to me so much. The task given to us by the Presbyterian Council, I think I remember very well. It's just that I really don't understand why those old Presbyterian guys would let us do such boring work. I think not letting Cavin talk to anyone other than the butler is a big joke in itself! ”

"Oh! No! Don't say that, my dear. You know, you can't talk to anyone other than the butler, it's a tradition of our vampire aristocracy. This is a ...... that every next prince appointed by the Council of Elders must observe"

With the woman's exclamation, a sharp gasp rang out in the room. It didn't take long for a very vague moan to sound in the room......

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