"I can't do it, get out of here as soon as possible. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Henry, who was unceremoniously scolded and frightened, was full of excitement, and his face instantly turned pale,

A look of fear appeared on his face, and Henry swallowed and spat, and whispered,

"Young Master, the news you just told me shouldn't be true!"

"Why, I'm afraid."

"Nope!" Henry shook his head and said, "You're not afraid, what am I afraid of." ”

After a pause, he glanced at John carefully, his expression struggled for a while, and finally gritted his teeth and said slowly,

"The eldest young master, are you the same as the second young master, you are also a werewolf?"

When he said this, Henry's little heart almost reached his throat, his heart was pounding, his body seemed to fall apart, and he didn't even dare to raise his head.

"So you're worried about this."

John raised his eyebrows slightly, drank the red wine in the glass, and threw it on the ground.

Syllable! There was a crisp sound, the glass shattered, and the broken glass slag splattered everywhere.

John bent down, picked up a piece of broken glass, and stretched out his arm to scratch it on his skin.

A slender red mark appeared, and beads of bright red blood flowed down the wound.

Two minutes later, John wiped the blood from around the wound and said with a blank face,

"Still skeptical?"

"No... No, never doubted. ”

Henry shook his head in a panic, embarrassed to find a crack to get into, although he had not been in contact with werewolves, he still knew some characteristics of werewolves, such as the exaggerated healing speed and the weakness of fear of silver.

The wound on the eldest young master's arm has not healed for so long, which means that he has nothing to do with the werewolf.

"I didn't stay here for anything, and I didn't think I had enough blood."

Henry's face turned red when he said this, he bowed deeply, turned his head and walked out,

Cousin Renault is right, the eldest young master is really an approachable and good person.

Not only did he not dislike his dirty, but he also invited himself to eat and drink red wine, which made Henry's heart feel warm because he had not felt for a long time, and even gave birth to the idea of dying as a confidant.

"No matter what, this time we must do what the eldest young master ordered!"

Henry clenched his fists and swore to himself.

……

It's still the small garden.

After Henry left, John got up and left the pavilion, his pale green pupils changing for a while, gradually revealing a little blue.

"Zero, how is this young man?"

"There are some clever things, not material for big things."

"Yes!"

John smiled faintly and asked instead, "Do you think he'll succeed?" ”

"Yes!" Zero said categorically,

"Oh! So confident, can you tell me why? ”

"With his familiarity with the land and the two dollars you give, he can get this done with a little bit of his brain, and he's still a man who doesn't even want his life."

John smiled, agreeing with the statement.

The soft is afraid of the hard, the hard is afraid of the horizontal, the horizontal is afraid of the dead, a person who can even give up his life, what else in this world can stop him.

"But, master, there is something I must warn you of."

After a moment of silence, Zero asks a strange question,

"Do you want to deal with the consequences of the news getting out?

After all, this is your home, and according to the current plan, even if you win in the end, the plantation will suffer very heavy losses, and even face the danger of bankruptcy.

It's not in our interest. ”

"Benefits!"

Shaking his head ridiculously, with a faint sneer on his face, John walked out of the gazebo and stood at the fence of the garden, his deep eyes looking through the midday sun at the black slaves toiling in the cotton fields in the distance,

"Zero, you're looking at one thing wrong,

This plantation belongs to Condon, not to me, and to me it is just a step, and after stepping on it, who will look back, even if it is broken, rotten, and rotten in the end, what does it have to do with me?

I just have to go my own way. ”

Hearing this, the blue halo in his left eye gradually erased the traces, Zero didn't like John's approach, but as a personal butler, it had no ability to stop it,

I didn't like it and couldn't stop it, so I had to choose not to see it.

……

October is the time of the cotton harvest and the busiest time of the year for plantation laborers.

But today it is a little strange, there is no sound in the busy cotton field in the past, like a male duck that has been choked by the neck, and can only make a nasty hissing if he wants to scream loudly.

A piece of news from an unknown source circulated in the manor:

The giant wolf who attacked the eldest young master that night was in the same group as Young Master Black, and even the second young master was a werewolf.

Such a powerful news spread like a little spark on the dry grassland, and with the autumn wind, it spread quickly in the plantation as a wildfire.

The entire Condon Manor was completely blown up.

Both white hired workers and black slaves all put down their jobs and gathered to find out the truth of the news.

It is said that rumors stop at the wise, but where can vulgar mortals trace back to the source, they only thought that this and that drunk man made a joke at first, but as more and more people spread and more and more people analyzed, its credibility is also increasing at an extremely exaggerated rate.

Gradually, a panic spread among the crowd, and even the gaze in the direction of the main villa changed faintly.

Everyone knew that Mr. Condon was seriously ill and that the two young masters were fighting over the family property, but at this time, the eldest young master was attacked by the giant wolf for no reason, and the news obtained from various sources proved one thing, that night, the target of the giant wolf's attack was only John Condon, and no one else.

Say it's a coincidence? Who believes.

Disbelief is suspicion, and conjectures are born.

Some supporters of Blake said that this rumor must have been deliberately created by someone and could not be taken seriously.

However, it was at this time that a piece of bad news from the north completely silenced those who supported Blake.

The patrol and bounty hunters who had gone out with Black to hunt down the runaway slaves were all dead overnight, and their bodies lay in a col 30 miles to the north, and on the nearby hillside there were four dead wolves, some with their heads cut off, some with their hearts gouged out.

And what's even more bizarre is that there is no Young Master Black in the corpse, and there is no trace of him in the jungle next to him.

That is, everyone is dead, but Master Black is missing.

The terrible news was coupled with all the previous rumors, and a bad thought couldn't help but pop up in people's hearts.

In an instant, the air throughout the plantation was like condensation, and it was so oppressive that it was breathless.

Young Master Black can't be a werewolf!

And what about Young Master John?

Could he ......

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