Like everyone else, the doorman looked shocked, and that expression quickly turned into a threat.

"What do you mean?"

Oreo hooked his hands like a swaggering beggar.

"The cat."

The doorman pretended not to hear these three words, and still said viciously.

"A thousand gold coins have been given to you!"

"That cat is not the original one of Mrs. Andorra, you know that, but you don't expose it, which means that you have more or less connection with the disappearance of that cat."

Oreo's eyes drooped, and he added, "The price of keeping a secret is ten gold coins, or I will tell Madame Andorra about it." ”

After a pause, the doorman turned to look into the depths of the manor, and finally said through gritted teeth.

"You untouchables of the back three streets!"

Ignoring the insult in the doorman's words, Oreo tossed the extra ten gold coins into his rucksack, then slung the rucksack over his shoulder and waved his hand back.

"Thank you for the gift, Tutan, and good luck."

......

As in all these years, Caron waited by the door, greeting the residents from time to time.

Seeing Oreo appear at the end of Ninth Street, Cuarón said from afar.

"Young master, it seems that everything is going well."

"There are also unexpected gains."

Oreo waved at him, quickened his pace into the office, and tossed his rucksack into the side of the grandfather clock, making a crisp sound of gold coins clattering.

Cuaron nodded slightly, and served Oreo a bowl of mushroom soup.

"Young Master, Mrs. Meghan just came."

"It was so punctual."

Oreo sniffed the mushroom soup in front of him, and there was a faint milky aroma hidden under the black pepper powder.

"Did she say anything nasty?"

Cuarón brought the wooden plate to Oreo, the freshly fried steak sizzling.

"She said she would give us another month."

"A month."

Oreo glanced at the floor clock in the corner, his expression worried, but it quickly became sharp.

"Young Master,"

Cuarón sat back in his seat, his right hand rubbing against the hilt.

"Actually, it's not impossible to get a grandfather clock that is almost there."

"For the sake of life, I could have allowed that grandfather clock to rust there,"

Oreo slashed the salt and pepper on the plate with his knife, "But I'm a nobleman, and a nobleman must have the dignity of a nobleman." ”

"Tutan, may we have a good harvest this month."

Caron put down his knife and fork, folded his hands, and his eyes were calm in the candlelight.

Dinner ended earlier than usual.

As usual, Oreo lay back in the chair, looking exhausted.

Cuarón cleaned up the table, looked at the cluttered office, and sighed inaudibly.

"Young master, don't you really need to clean up these things?"

Oreo waved his hand and didn't look up.

"Caron, until we change to a big house, you better bear with me."

"Yes, as you wish."

The manservant, who had been busy all day, nodded helplessly, then burrowed into the utility room and curled up on the cramped bed in the corner of the utility room.

After waiting for a moment, Oreo rolled his eyes and shouted.

"Caron, are you going to sleep?"

The valet's muffled voice came from inside the room.

"Young master, I'm already lying on the bed, do you have any other orders?"

"Forget it, I'll get it myself."

Oreo pretended to rummage through something, untying the long hair at the back of his head.

He grabbed a strand of hair, put it under his nose and sniffed it, the smell of grease in his hair suffocated him.

He lowered his hair and glanced at the grandfather clock again.

Oreo sighed and whispered.

"Turin, Turin, Heaven and Hell."

With that, he closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, enjoying the rare silence of Tenth Street.

After an unknown amount of time, he faintly heard the bell ringing from Fifth Street, which represented the arrival of midnight.

Hearing the bell, Oreo slowly opened his eyes, looked around the room, and held his breath.

He tiptoed over to the table, pulled open the bottom drawer, and carefully pulled a letter out of it.

Sealed with spotless candlewax and a postmark in the upper right corner, it was a blackbird.

After staring at the letter for a long time, Oreo pretended to be calm and tore open the envelope and took the fine piece of stationery out of it.

Instead of rushing to read the letter, he turned off the gas lamp in the room and lit a candle and placed it at the table.

At first, there was a candlelight reflected in his pupils, and the candlelight slowly turned into Juan Xiu's neat words.

"Lord Oreo Pravor, the war on the continent of Aishcana has gradually subsided, and we are ashamed to say that our business is declining day by day, and our office has moved from Eighth Street to Tenth Street......

I've been reading your note lately, 'The world is like an Oreo,' which I still don't understand, but I'll be here waiting for you to come back and answer for me.

– Atifa Bedford, Turin, August 3 ”

Fold the letter in half, and Oreo rubbed the crease as he muttered the name at the end of the letter.

"Atifa ......"

Of course, Oreo remembered these words, but at this time, it was very strange to read them in person.

"Hoo ......"

Sighing again, Oreo placed the folded letter paper into the candle flame, and the slightest flame soon illuminated the entire office.

The light caressed the objects in the office, and the shadows of the flames spread their teeth and claws, outlining the ruins of the yellowed walls.

The shadows soon enveloped Oreo, transforming him into a black dragon with teeth and claws, raising its head and roaring silently.

Thinking of this scene, the cold sweat quickly soaked through the hem of Oreo's clothes, and he subconsciously held it to his waist, but it was empty.

He reached under his seat again, pulling out the metal cane.

He raised his cane, pointed at the black dragon that didn't exist, and said word by word.

"Kutaka, you should have killed me."

The black dragon stopped, looking down into Oreo's eyes from top to bottom, not afraid of the staff in his hand.

It got closer, and then opened its bloody mouth, but it was a slightly shrill female voice.

"Lord Oreo, are you not feeling well?"

“......”

Looking at the figure in the candlelight, Oreo silently lowered his cane and greeted visitors who did not know when to walk into the office.

"Katyusha... Just got off work. ”

"Yes, just got off work."

The dark-skinned prostitute subconsciously agreed, and under the candlelight, her face was full of desire.

Seeing her embarrassment, Oreo pretended to be light-hearted.

"As before, three silver coins, which can be mortgaged, plus what you owed me before, is a total of five silver coins."

Oreo pointed to the seat across from him, crossed his hands in front of him, and said in a slowed tone as much as he could.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

Katyusha sat down like a puppet and spoke incoherently.

"I don't know if I should ask you for help with this...... It's just that Angelelle has been in a bad mood lately...... She ...... two days ago"