Stepping into the manor, the personable old butler beside him followed him, and his footsteps were always half a step away from Charles, which seemed quite polite.

"The lord is in the White Tower for a state meeting, and the lady is going to attend the Earl Mave's music salon, and will be back at about seven o'clock in the evening."

He explained the situation in a slightly convincing tone, as if he was afraid that he was the only one who would come to meet him and make Charles have an opinion. There was no resentment in his tone or demeanor.

Treading on the cobblestone road leading to the manor house, the grass on both sides was neatly repaired by the gardener, and as we went deeper, a group of guards in uniform white uniforms and flintlock rifles passed by and nodded to the old butler, and saluted the charre.

The eldest young master of the Cranston family had only been gone for a few months, and it was impossible for these guards not to know each other.

Charles returned the salute, and then, under the guidance of the butler, stepped to the door of the house, and then the butler opened the door for him quite decently.

After thanking him, Charles stepped inside, and the palatial hall came into view.

The cumbersome and deserted lighting hangs quietly on the roof, the neat brown and black velvet carpet at the feet, the tables, chairs and sofas around are neatly arranged, because of the season, the fireplace at the end of the hall is now blocked, hidden by a huge oil painting of the goddess, beyond the large living room, the large arched windows stand opposite the fireplace, and the bright light outside shines on a tea area in front of the window.

There were long corridors leading to the other side halls on either side, and at the end of the line of sight was a staircase of brown wood that swung up, where two maids were bending down to wipe the handrails.

Seeing someone push the door in, they turned their heads, saw that the person was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly greeted them.

"Xia, Master Charles."

The maids looked a little nervous, and they were even more apprehensive when they saw Charles approaching.

Charles was speechless, but he just nodded at them and climbed upstairs under the guidance of the butler.

The two servants breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at each other.

"Messing up again?"

"Who knows......"

"We should be careful."

……

Constantly climbing up, the greetings of the servants here are endless.

The house was so large that it needed more servants, and Charles had seven or eight in succession in the range of the stairs alone.

He felt a little extravagant about it—if memory serves, there were only three people living in the house at the moment

The Earls of Cranston and his cheap brother.

"Isn't the Chancellor of the Exchequer supposed to avoid suspicion......

Muttering secretly, he followed the old butler to the top floor of the house, strolling through the bright corridors covered with oil paintings, and finally they stopped at a door in the corner of the top floor.

"Young Master, this place has been locked off since you left, and no one else will come over except for the servants in charge of cleaning, so you shouldn't need to get used to anything."

The butler was talking to himself, not noticing the faint sound of conversation coming from behind the door.

It may be that the room is well insulated, but the sound is so faint that the old butler does not notice it, but Charles cannot ignore it.

Especially when he heard the specifics clearly.

"Don't be discouraged, the mantra is to keep practicing, and when the pronunciation is standardized, the great burning heart will slowly recognize you, I did it in two months, if you work hard, I guess it will be a month or two later. You see what I just did, it's easy. ”

……

Incantations? Burning Heart?

Strange about this, Charles pushed the door open.

As far as the eye could see, there was a group of four people sitting around the sofa in the room, three men and one woman, short, fat or thin, but whatever their appearance, these young men were generally dressed appropriately.

Among them, a brown-haired teenager sitting on the side of the single sofa was holding a book, bowing his head and stumbling over it: "Take Allen. The name of Cranston, great, great ......"

The sound stopped abruptly as the door was pushed open.

The red-haired girl sitting on the main seat was originally admiring the jerkiness of the brown-haired boy, but she couldn't help frowning when she heard the sound, and then looked at the visitor, "Who are you?" Get out! ”

She seems to be the owner of this place, which makes Charles a little baffled. The butler next to him looked a little embarrassed, and whispered to Charles: "This is Princess Irene of the royal family." ”

At the same time, the brown-haired boy saw the person clearly, hurriedly put down the book, and pulled the girl's sleeve. "No, he's my brother."

"Your brother?" The girl was stunned when she heard this, and then couldn't help but stare at Charles, a trace of disdain and annoyance flashed in her eyes.

Although "Charles" has been away from the city for a long time, things about him are still well known.

Fighting, bullying, short-tempered, and temperamental, the young people of Durin know that the eldest son of the Chancellor of the Exchequer is simply nothing but good-looking.

Especially when this once vexatious beat up a certain prince with a good reputation in the royal family, this "prejudice" reached a peak.

After he was "assigned to the frontier" because of this, many of his peers simply celebrated and were overjoyed.

It's just that I didn't expect this irascible gentleman to come back now?

How long has it been?

"Alan, let's go." The beaten prince was one of her brothers, and the girl naturally did not have a good face, and could not help but feel disgusted in her heart, so she took the brown-haired boy's arm and prepared to leave.

The others also stood up from their seats, and looked at Charles with a slight evasion, as if they couldn't avoid it.

But the idea of them leaving right away was not going to succeed. Because it was full of paper left over from their "secret meeting".

So the young people had to quickly start bending down to clean up.

Charles crossed his arms and watched quietly.

Although no one said anything to him, he could clearly feel the rejection of these people.

But he didn't care about that, as long as no one made a clear hostile move, who would care if he died, but ......

In the cleaning room, a white piece of paper full of secret texts detached from the stack of papers and floated to Charles's feet, and he bent down to pick it up and saw that what was written on it was quite familiar.

"Big, big brother, please ......" Seeing him holding the paper, the brown-haired boy hurriedly ran to Charles, his expression was full of nervousness, and he seemed to be very afraid of Charles.

Glancing at the stammering "brother", Charles ignored it, thought about it, folded the paper with his backhand and folded it into a long strip, then looked down, his lips open and closed.

Under the faint sound of incantations, colorless "flames" suddenly burned up along the corners, and as they spread, black secret texts broke away from the paper one after another, slashed through the air and fell to the ground, imprinting small words on the floor.

Under the stunned gaze of everyone here, in a few breaths, all the secret texts fell off, and the paper was quietly burned and turned into ashes, but the spell was not over, but became louder and louder.

The high-pitched sound of spells was ebullient, a common feature of fire-based spells.

Finally, there was a boom, and gray and black smoke rose, and a handful of orange flames suddenly ignited on the brown floor, which was only the size of a palm at first, but then quickly spread in all directions.

The smell of burning wood began to permeate the surroundings, until the boys and girls who were choking their noses and looking sluggish suddenly woke up.

"Big brother, stop!"

"You're crazy!?"

"Extinguish the fire, what about the servant? Tell the servants to come and put out the fire!"