As a homeless child who lost his mother and his father was an alcoholic child, Henry had a hard life since he was a child, and at the same time, he was blinded by others, and at the same time, he also unconsciously learned the ability to read words and feelings. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

He knew who could pray, who could coerce, and who it was best to stay away.

For example, the brown-haired man who has been drinking on the stone platform not far away, and the young man dressed as a farmer who leans motionless on the trunk of a tree,

They weren't very vicious in appearance and didn't carry weapons, but Henry still smelled danger in them.

These two are the people that the eldest young master is really looking for.

The afternoon passed quickly, and before I knew it, it was already getting dark.

As the sunset rises, the dark red beams of light shine down through the clouds, turning into large beams of beautiful light, and at a glance, it looks like the glory that has been sprinkled from heaven

With the intersection of light and shadow, two knights appear in view.

The man has short hair, wears a weird tight-fitting leather coat, is not tall, and looks quite handsome, but his sloppy appearance and the dark circles under his eyes have lowered the style of the whole person a lot.

As for the woman, Henry only glanced at it, and his legs couldn't stop swinging, and he quickly lowered his head, not daring to look again, and by chance, he learned about the horror of this woman from the newspaper.

Gretel Steele!

A witch hunter, her beautiful appearance, energetic body, and intimidating style have earned her numerous titles.

For example, the fiery cold rose, the enchanting witcher, the gardenia-scented breeder, and the Egg Destroyer, known to everyone in the underworld.

It is said that in Wilson City alone, the number of men who almost got their lives kicked out for offending her reached double digits, including rich men who sought beauty and aristocratic lords who sought excitement.

And what is strange is that she acted like this, but no one dared to trouble her, even those rich and powerful nobles chose to forbear, not daring to have the slightest revenge.

As more and more of these things happen, gradually, a philosophy begins to spread in the underworld: when you see Gretel, the best way to save DandanDan is to keep her from seeing you.

"Damn, didn't they just hunt witches, why did they start hunting werewolves too."

Henry was a little crazy, Gretel's various deeds in recent years made her suddenly feel sad about the eggs, and her arms involuntarily covered her crotch, and her hunched appearance looked like a soft-footed shrimp that had been ravaged countless times by a.

He was afraid of this terrible woman in his heart, and this kind of woman was estimated to be subdued only by a person of great courage like the eldest young master.

As the sound of the horse's hooves approached, Henry realized that he could not drag it any longer, he gritted his teeth, lifted up his pants that were hanging on his buttocks, straightened his hair, snatched a slightly cleaner shirt from the thug next to him, draped it over his body, and walked up hard.

"Two... Can... But Hansel and Gretel are siblings. ”

Henry stammered, his eyes downward, staring only at the horse's hooves, and not at all on the horse's back.

"Hmm!"

Hansel answered, rolled over and got off his horse, and asked,

"Where's John Condon?"

Henry, who was quick-eyed, hurriedly caught up, took the reins from the hands of the two brothers and sisters, pointed to the banner fifty meters behind, lowered his head and said,

"If the two of you come for the recruitment notice, go there first and write your name, and at 7 o'clock in the evening, the eldest young master will set up a special banquet for you to receive the wind."

Hansel took off the package on horseback, first glanced at Hank under the banner, then swept around, his gaze stopped for three seconds on the big man who was sitting on the stone table and kept drinking, then turned back to Henry, and said,

"I've heard people say that there are also targeted tests here.

Why, could it be that it has already been canceled? ”

"My lord laughed, that kind of test is just to prevent those guys who cheat on eating and drinking, how can it be used on the two of them." Henry said bitterly, and the woman's glances that swept over him from time to time made him uncomfortable, and he wanted to find a crack to hide.

But he didn't know, the more he was like this, the more obvious the ruffian temperament on his body became.

Gretel's most annoying thing is the ruffian, especially when she was scolded by her brother and was in a bad mood, she glared at Henry fiercely and scolded,

"Shake what, it's okay to get out of here."

The irritable scolding frightened Henry, nodded and said,

"Good! Good! I'm leaving, I'm leaving! ”

After saying that, he hurriedly stepped aside, and after saying a few words to the few junior brothers who had been temporarily recruited in the afternoon, he led the horse to the pasture and handed the two horses to the black slaves who specially prepared food for the horses.

By this time, the sun had sunk in the west.

Henry went back to his little dilapidated house that leaked on all sides, stuffed the money given by the young master into a small hole under the plank bed, ate a few slices of multigrain bread at random, and then took advantage of the darkness to touch the outside of the main villa of Conton Manor, climbed up the edges and corners of the wall, and when he found the flue, he shrank into it and hid in the black flue.

The eldest young master has instructed him to pay more attention to the news related to his wife in the past two days.

In the afternoon, the old man Scott came, and after talking to the people in the manor, he did not choose to visit the eldest young master, but accepted the invitation to dinner from the lady.

Henry hadn't seen much of the world, but he still knew some rules in the rich man's house, such as if there was a male host in the house, then guests from afar could not visit the hostess first.

It's a universal truth, and Scott's old guy must know it, but he did it anyway.

Henry instinctively felt that there was something greasy in this, so he made this move.

As soon as the clock struck six o'clock, there was a sound of trivial footsteps, followed by a mixed smell of food.

Grilled steak, hot bread, mushroom soup and bacon.

The tempting fragrance kept drilling into his nostrils, Henry swallowed and spit, his stomach growled, and the multigrain bread that had just been stuffed into his stomach disappeared in an instant.

He was tempted to slide down the flue, eat some bacon, take a sip of the red wine he had drunk at noon, and climb up again.

But with the sound of mutual greetings coming from below, this thought suddenly disappeared.

Madame and Scott came.

Henry sucked his belly tightly and listened.

Half an hour later, the meal was over, and the dining room was quiet again as the messy footsteps of the maid cleaning up the dishes faded away.

Henry, with a dark face, crawled out of the flue, his bright eyes flashing in the dark night.

There was shock, panic, and a hint of flinching.

"What should I do, do I tell the news to the eldest young master now, or run away with the money."

Two thoughts kept colliding in my head.

After a while, Henry finally made a decision, he wanted to eat bacon every day, and this kind of life can only be given by the eldest young master.

Since that's the case, let's fight.