"Okay, now can you tell why you want to keep these people?" After Hilda left, Trandon asked.

Because Hilda is good-looking?

Well, for this reason, Trandon felt that with the "casual personality" of the demon in front of him, maybe it was true.

But Trandon is sure that this is only a small part of it, and it is definitely not the main one.

"Because they're clean." Su Mo said.

"Clean?" Trenton's eyes narrowed, and he took off the patch from his left eye, "You mean ......"

"Well, I mean, they're not necessarily the ones who hide their enemies in the shadows...... I don't want to try it before eating in the future, to prevent you from being poisoned, young master. Su Mo said.

After the turmoil of the Wobs family, the original servants have long since left, and to make this manor run again, it is not enough to rely on Su Mo and others.

Trandon used to be only a young master, and apart from a butler, he was not familiar with the servants who had left, and he did not know where they had gone, so he had to regather some people to come back.

And among these people, God knows if a nail or two will be sent in.

In the past, Trandon had been sent to that island, or perhaps a bold and dangerous move by some hostile power. And Trandon, who is back now, will inevitably be on someone's must-kill list.

In the imperial capital, those people couldn't come openly, and secretly attacking basically became their only choice.

Su Mo didn't want to have a day when Trandon was eating happily, but he rolled his eyes and burped directly.

He had to make sure that the next people to be recruited into the manor were clean.

And Hilda, undoubtedly, is a good candidate...... If Hilda appeared here and all this was arranged, Su Mo would have nothing to say.

The other party's power has really reached this point, and if you know everything about Transandon who came back secretly, it is estimated that there is no need to deal with Transdon secretly.

You know, there are no telephones, telegraphs and other information transmission tools in this world, and even carrier pigeons are only available to a few aristocratic royal families.

All information delivery is human.

"Indeed, this is a problem. Do you know how to cook? Trandon asked. Speaking of which, in this imperial capital, the one he trusts the most, if not the only, is the demon in front of him who wants to devour his soul.

This has to be said to be an irony.

"Yes, but young master, you don't want me to waste my ability on such a trivial matter, right?" Su Mo said with a smile.

Su Mo didn't plan to make himself the kind of personal butler who helped his master do everything well, and he didn't have the slightest interest in doing chores.

"If you can keep me safe, I'll leave this matter to you." Trandon waved his hand.

"By the way, young master, do you have the key to the basement?" Su Mo asked suddenly.

"Basement?"

Tlandon was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, "No, but it should be in my father's bedroom, and if no one else enters, I think I'll be able to find it." ”

"Then please find the key before you go to bed, and soon, that basement will come in handy." Su Mo said pointedly.

"I've never been into that basement before, so I don't know what's inside." Trandon frowned.

At a young age, there are already some traces between the eyebrows, which shows that the nobles are not as good as they imagined.

Of course, if you just want to be a ruined son who ruins the ancestral property, it's still very easy.

However, it is obvious that Trandon, who is burdened with a sea of blood and hatred, does not want to become the son of those second ancestors in the imperial capital.

What is the point of revenge if you don't personally participate in it? Kidon just needs to take care of his body, exercise every day to stay healthy, and wait for his enemies to die of old age.

"Even if someone is locked up, I think he should starve to death for such a long time." Su Mo said.

The door to the basement showed no signs of being broken, and if the key hadn't been lost, and there had been no second entrance, no one had been in or out since the day of Trandon's father's death.

"I'll look for it." Trandon yawned.

"Young master, I wish you a good dream." Su Mo owed slightly.

With a wave of his hand, in response to Su Mo's words, Trandon walked towards the bedroom on the third floor, where it originally belonged to his father, but now it belonged to Trandon, the head of the Wobs family and the only bloodline.

"Let's go, let's go and enjoy the wonderful night in the imperial capital."

Walking out of the room, Su Mo said to Arnold and the two demons of Seven Sins who were waiting outside.

"Not to arrest someone?" Arnold frowned.

"You really don't have a sense of humor, I'm just embellishing it, do you want me to say to others that we're going to catch an unlucky guy and bring it back now?" Su Mo glanced at Arnold helplessly.

"I see." Arnold nodded.

"Alright, let's go." Su Mo walked to the balcony connected to the study and jumped down directly.

The second floor here was much higher than the second floor of his original world, but for them and the "pseudo-demons", there was no danger at such a height.

Three demons jumped from the balcony on the second floor and quickly disappeared into the night.

After a while, a few people reappeared in the lively streets of the imperial capital and blended into the crowd - not particularly integrated.

At least Su Mo's appearance and Arnold's body shape have attracted the attention of many people.

With a quick but unhurried attitude, the three demons crossed most of the imperial capital and came to another area of the City of Thorns.

This place is not the "aristocratic area" where Wabbes Manor is located, and the surrounding buildings have become noticeably lower and more ordinary.

As the night deepened, the streets became sparsely populated.

Occasionally, a few people appeared, and when they saw Su Mo, the three black-clothed people would also walk a few steps quickly, unwilling to make any eye contact with them.

"Our clothes are so expensive, do we look like bad people?" Su Mo turned his head to look at Arnold.

"Of course not." The Seven Sins preemptively said.

"Maybe you're a little too fierce." Su Mo quickly understood the reason why these three guys were feared, "Speaking of Arnold, can't you change to a human form?" ”

"Could it be that you can change your human form?" Arnold asked angrily.

"Sure enough, everyone can't." Getting the information he wanted, Su Mo shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly.

In the midst of a few casual conversations, the three of them came to a small manor.

The reason why it is said to be a small manor is, of course, because the entire manor in front of you is not as big as the house of Wobs Manor.

The house was not much different from the surrounding houses, that is, there was a small garden.

The City of Thorns is divided into Upper, Middle, and Lower Districts, as well as the East and West Districts, as well as the expanding New Districts. At present, Su Mo is located at the junction of Midtown and Downtown.

Needless to say, the lower city is inhabited by some commoners and people from the bottom. Midtown was inhabited by wealthy people and minor aristocrats, while Uptown was home to the royal family and the great aristocracy.

As for the east and west towns, it is a little more chaotic, there is everything, there are the lavish estates of the Earl's family there, and there are also the kind of houses that leak everywhere and basically cannot be called houses.

"As for being so careful and living in such a place, isn't it strange to cover your ears and steal the bell and tell others that you are a viscount?"

Looking at the "small manor" in front of him, Su Mo muttered.

They arrived overnight with a clear goal, and that was the owner of the house, Viscount Gerald.

Judging from the normal circumstances, a viscount, not an honorary title, would not live in such a place where the Lower City and the Midtown meet.

Although there are many nobles of all kinds in the British Empire, there are not so many that dukes are all over the land and marquis is not as good as dogs. A viscount, even if he does not have his own family fiefdom, it will not be difficult to get a good residence in Midtown.

And Viscount Gerald, a viscount with his own fiefdom, lived in such a place.

I have to say that it is a strange thing, according to Su Mo's thoughts, it is better to integrate into the circle of small nobles in the middle city, but it is not so conspicuous.

That's right, this Viscount Gerald is not an ordinary viscount.

He was the one who sent Trandon to the island, and Lady Lise's only point of contact, the link between the island and the Empire.

As for whether it is the only one, we will find out later.

For ordinary people, the high wall naturally couldn't stop Su Mo and them, and the seven sins of the four-in-one were re-split into four, guarding the four key positions.

Su Mo and Arnold came directly to the outside of the house, and climbed up easily along some bulges to the balcony on the third floor.

The window not far from the balcony emitted a faint light, symbolizing that the owner of the room had not fallen asleep.

Gerald was pacing restlessly back and forth in his bedroom.

In the past few days, his mood is quite irritable, which makes it difficult to fall asleep every night, and he can only rely on such bedtime exercises to make himself a little tired and easy to fall asleep.

The reason for his irritability was simply that the two ships that should have arrived ten days ago had not yet reached the port.

At first, Gerald just thought it was a few days of delay, not so good weather, which was not unusual.

But as time went on, there were still no ships in the harbor, which made Gerald seem more and more uneasy.

"Isn't it possible that something happened in that place?"

The thought had been echoing in Gerald's mind for the past few days.