Heavy breathing came from outside the door, accompanied by an eager knock. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Big young master! Gentleman! ”

"Come in, the door is unlocked."

John put down the form in his hand with the information of the four people, got up and poured a cup of herbal tea for Henry, who was sweating profusely.

After a glass of warm water, Henry suddenly felt a lot more comfortable, took a few deep breaths, and said,

"We're in trouble, that old man Scott is going to deal with you."

Hearing this, John raised his eyebrows, looked at him, and found that his sleeves and hair were stained with a lot of black ash, and thought of Scott's dinner with the woman, and suddenly understood something, and said,

"You're eavesdropping on their conversation."

Henry nodded, looking very anxious, and quickly repeated the conversation he had heard earlier.

"Young Master, that old man is obviously in league with them, do you want me to find someone to kill him silently."

Henry, who had just tasted the taste of power, didn't even notice it, and the expression on his face when he said this was like that of a vicious murderer.

John shook his head slightly, this news is indeed troublesome, but it is far from the point of solving it with murder, and at this time, the benefits of killing Scott are far less than the risks taken.

However, in order to maintain Henry's ruthless mentality, John did not say what he thought in his heart, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile,

"I'll take care of this matter, all you have to do now is take a shower, change into clean clothes, have a full meal and come over to see me, I have something for you to do."

"Young Master..."

Henry was still a little unwilling, and he was now desperate to show his worth.

"All right," John said, waving his hand,

"Don't worry, I've made up my mind, go ahead, go to Debbie, as my John Condon's subordinate, you should always have a decent dress."

Hearing this, Henry couldn't hold on any longer, bowed slightly, and left.

The sound of the door closing slowly fell, and the room fell silent again.

An azure circle of light appeared in the pupil of the left eye, and Zero's voice came from his head.

"What are you going to do?"

John was silent, no emotion on his face, but the flickering gaze showed that the news was not as innocuous as he had shown before,

Sergeant Scott actually made a deal with the woman, not only to help her calm the emotions of the deceased family of the patrol tomorrow, but also to investigate the cause of his personality change, and even take tough measures if necessary.

Ann Lila Condon, is that how you hit me back?

I have to say, I'm overestimating you.

John was still silent, but the zero in his head looked a little excited,

"Master, have you thought about it, if you can't kill that policeman, then it's best not to let him speak, this kind of old man with a good reputation is the most difficult, he said ten sentences to you, if you want to control public opinion, you must make a decision early."

"I know!"

John said with a smile, tapping his fingers on the table a few times, and after half a ring, he suddenly asked,

"Zero, there have been events in history that are similar to the current situation."

"Yes, there are quite a few of them."

"Oh!"

John was a little curious and asked,

"Tell me how those who managed to get through this handled this."

"There are slight differences in the specific methods, but they can be summed up as nothing more than extinguishing mouths, planting false accusations, framing them, smearing them, and threatening them."

"So what do I do next?" John smiled narrowly,

After a brief pause, words rang in John's mind with an impatient tone, "You have already made up your mind in your heart, why do you bother to ask me." ”

Hearing this, John burst out laughing, and he found that since he came to this world, this personal butler who had been deposited in him had become more and more interesting.

Every day is changing, getting smarter and more human, like a growing child or an autonomous AI out of data control.

Maybe one day in the future, it will really become a magical lifeform.

As the clock struck seven o'clock, Debbie pushed the door and walked in, "Young master, everyone has arrived." ”

Well!

John answered, walked to the closet, changed into a brand new coat, and groomed himself in the mirror, and then left the room with Debbie.

The dinner was set in the garden next to John's house.

A three-metre-long dining table was placed in the open space in the middle of the garden, and four people with different expressions sat side by side, enjoying their food in peace, and even when the owner arrived, these people with unique personalities did not look up, except for the guy in the front dressed as a farmer.

"Mars, Templar!"

John's expression was slightly stunned, although he changed his clothes and changed his face slightly, John still recognized his identity at first sight,

But when he saw the warning glances he cast from time to time, John seemed to understand something, bowed his head slightly, and without saying much, sat down on the throne and began to enjoy his dinner.

Seeing him like this, Marston breathed a sigh of relief, the teacher was right, this bastard really didn't expose himself to his face.

The dinner party went on slowly in an eerie and harmonious atmosphere, the five of them did not speak, concentrating on consuming the food in front of them, and the garden shrouded in candlelight gradually became quiet, except for the occasional sound of knives and forks colliding.

Ten minutes later, when the meal was over, John put aside the napkin stained with food crumbs and smiled at the crowd,

"I'm John Condon, and I'm the one who recruited you, and you can ask now if you have any requirements or anything you'd like to know before we negotiate a written contract."

The simple and neat opening sentence was not at all aristocratic cumbersome, and this kind of dialogue made John's image suddenly elevate a lot in the hearts of everyone, and even Gretel couldn't help but glance at him curiously.

The topic has come out, but there is still no response after half a ring, and the four of them are busy with their own things, picking their teeth, drinking wine, looking at the moon, pretending to be deep and pretending to be deep, and there is no intention to speak.

Seeing this, John was not annoyed, and said with a smile,

"It seems that you don't have anything to ask, so let's get straight to the point."

"Wait, I have!" At this time, Gretel, who had been closing her eyes and recuperating herself, got up from her seat, walked up to John, looked down at him condescendingly, and asked,

"Master Condon, right!

I've heard that you killed a giant wolf with your own hands, and you earned the title of "Giant Wolf Killer" for it, is this true? ”

"That's right, it's exactly as Miss said!"

"Good!"

A strange smile suddenly appeared on Gretel's face, as if she had found something funny, seeing her like this, Hansel on the side was suddenly annoyed, and shouted in a deep voice,

"Gretel, stop."

"Go aside, don't worry about it!" The woman choked on him, pulled a white glove from the collar on her chest and threw it in front of John. road

"I heard that Your Excellency is a top student of the Noble College of William & Mary, so you should understand what this means, right?"

"Of course!"

John wanted to pretend to be silent, but at this time he had to speak, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times abnormally, and five big words involuntarily appeared in his mind - "Egg Destroyer", damn woman, when did the master provoke you.

"And Mr. John, would you turn down a woman's invitation to a duel?"

Gretel bowed slightly, and for a moment the atmosphere around her was quiet, and then it became eerie.

Countless narrow eyes were gathered on John, making him extremely uncomfortable.