Wilbur looked at his son, who was stuck in the middle of the window, blinked twice in succession, dropped the flintlock pistol, and patted his cheek, as if he could not accept this reality.

As the butler of the Wobs family, Weber was also well-informed, but just now he saw a scene that he couldn't accept.

He saw that Darcy was hiding behind the young man, trying to hide from his own gun, though he couldn't because of his size.

Then, Wilbur saw the slender young man lean slightly to the side, and a hand reached back, grabbing Darcy's clothes.

There weren't too many drastic movements in the body, but the slightly sideways body returned to its normal state.

And with the wave of the hand that grabbed Darcy, Darcy's huge body, which could not be moved, flew up like a cannonball, stuck in the window in front of Wilbur.

If it weren't for Wilbur's quick enough reaction to put the gun away in time, his muzzle would have been stabbed into his son's deformed and gaping mouth.

Seeing his son's huge body stuck in the window, his face deformed with pain, Wilbur said that it was impossible not to feel distressed.

Although this son is not angry, his actual performance is far worse than the rumors in the outside world are countless times worse. But after all, it was his own son, and Wilbur came out with a gun just to scare him.

Wilbur stepped forward and tried to pull Darcy out of the window.

In exchange for Darcy's screams of pain.

"Come over and help." Wilbur turned his head and said to the other half-aged in the room, the woman who still had the charm.

The woman hesitated, not daring to step forward.

The main thing is that Darcy is a little fierce, and coupled with the pain, his whole face is distorted, and it looks really scary.

"Am I going to lose your money?" Wilbur's eyes widened.

Without waiting for the woman to fight and overcome the fear in her heart, the locked door of the room was directly pushed open, Su Mo walked in and glanced at the woman: "You can go." "Throw out some henry.

The woman immediately smiled, stuffed all the money into her arms, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"You ......" Weber looked at Su Mo, and before he could speak, he turned into a suppressed exclamation, "Young Master Trandon, it's really you!" ”

"It's me." Trandon walked out from behind Su Mo and said with a smile, "It seems that you are doing well. ”

Weber coughed lightly, there was no unnatural expression on his not too old face, and he changed the topic casually: "It's great that you're back, young master." "It fully explains what is called ginger or old spicy.

"Well, I'm back."

Trandon stepped forward and gave Wilbur a gentle hug.

When Trandon was a child, many things were taught by Wilbur, the housekeeper, and it was only later when he was a little older that the family began to hire a governess.

In Transdon's heart, Wilbur is actually a relative, much more intimate than those so-called side branches.

"Tell me what happened to the family during my absence, and how you came here." Trandon leaned into a chair and asked, looking unequivocal.

Wilbur was in a trance, and for a moment he seemed to see the dead old master.

"Okay, young master, but who is this?" Wilbur turned his head to look at Su Mo next to him.

"Sebastian, my butler, the one who can help me fulfill my wish for revenge." Trandon said, about the identity of Su Mo's demon. Except for those who had no way to hide it, he certainly wouldn't explain it to anyone else.

"That's really congratulations, young master."

Wilbur said, the person in front of him, in his opinion, as a housekeeper is undoubtedly unqualified, how can a housekeeper dare to walk in front of his master?

But as a thug or bodyguard, the hand that was just revealed was enough to impress Wilbur.

Wilbur had lived so long that he had never seen a man of such strength who could have taken his son and thrown him out.

Thinking of this, Wilbur suddenly realized that his son was still stuck on the other side of the window, and that cry of pain dutifully served as the background music for the conversation of the crowd.

It was clear that none of the people present would like such background music.

Su Mo walked past Welbur and walked in front of Darcy, raised his foot and kicked it directly.

The soles of his feet made intimate contact with Darcy's cheek, and Darcy screamed and fell from the second-floor window. Lying on the ground, he raised a hand and waved it a few times, signaling that he could still save it.

"Young Master, Darsita?" Weber's old face shook several times before he asked cautiously.

"Bandits." Trandon is succinct and to the point.

Wilbur's eyes widened suddenly, and then his face turned angry, and he grabbed the flintlock pistol in his hand: "This little rabbit cub, I will let him know the fate of offending the young master now!" ”

After all, he is a person who has been a housekeeper for many years, and you can deduce the general course of things from two simple words.

Coming from the empire to such a remote place, Wilbur, who had experienced a lot of storms, could enjoy life as much as he could. After all, as a loser, he could save his life, and even enjoy his old age, and Wilbur felt lucky enough.

He is cunning and cunning, and he knows how to make trade-offs.

He didn't mind trying when everything was fine, but when force majeure came along, Wilbur let go quite simply.

But just because Wilbur can accept all of this doesn't mean that Darcy can accept it—it doesn't mean that Darcy is willing to give his life for the missing young master of the Wobs family.

It means that he is unwilling to give up the prosperous and drunken life of the imperial capital and come to a remote place here to spend the rest of his life.

Wilbur was obviously a strong man, and did not hesitate to kick his son out of the house when he showed quite obvious rebellion, and even wanted to return to the imperial capital with a little "pension".

But Wilbur didn't expect that Darcy would dare to be a bandit, and even robbed the young master of his own family.

If Darcy was still in front of him at this time, Wilbur couldn't even control his anger and shoot the guy who didn't make it out.

Now Darcy was not in front of Wilbur, and Wilbur's move with a gun showed his attitude.

"Well, the punishment just now is enough. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have seen you. Trandon waved his hand and gave Wilbur a step down.

The old minister in the family, did he really force him to kill his son? Besides, as Trandon had said, if it weren't for Darcy, he wouldn't have met Wilbur - and he wouldn't have been able to get a quick picture of the current situation in the imperial capital.

"Thank you, young master, for your magnanimity." Naturally, Wilbur pushed the boat with the flow.

"Alright, tell me about the situation at home." Trandon said.

Regarding the recent situation of the Wobs family, it is not complicated, and it is not difficult to guess, it is nothing more than the accidental death of the head of the family, and everyone is fighting for the family property. The family's fame is still there, but in fact its strength has dropped greatly, like a house shaking in the wind and rain.

Those who are vying for power on the side branches of Wobs, everyone believes that they are the ones who can really save the Wobs family, no one is willing to let go, and the infighting is fierce.

The only thing that unites them is to join forces to drive Wilbur out of the imperial capital, lest this old guy jump out of his way at a critical moment.

During this time, what happened to the Wobs family, Wilbur told Tlandon clearly.

It also mentions some more important things that need to be paid attention to.

It can be said that even if Ndon did not return to the imperial capital, he was already well aware of everything that happened to the Wobs family, even if it was a month ago.

"What about fiefdoms?" Trandon asked.

"There is nothing special happening in the fiefdom for the time being." Wilbur said.

In the British Empire, the truly powerful nobles actually lived in the imperial capital, not in their own fiefdoms, and the same was true for the Wobs family.

The reason for this is that the British Empire has just been founded, and Henry, the most powerful family, feels that it is easier for everyone to be stable in one place. Later, under the construction of dozens of generations, the prosperity of the imperial capital has made it impossible for those nobles who have enjoyed it since childhood.

To use a rather vulgar analogy, it is to use the flush toilet, unless it is absolutely necessary, who will use that terrible pit.

Su Mo has a lot to say about this, he is the one who walked from the era of "thatched pits" to the era of "flushing toilets".

Every time he recalls the first days, Su Mo now has some doubts about how he spent his time at that time.

It is easy to go from thrift to luxury, and it is difficult to go from luxury to thrift, even a (self-proclaimed) strong-willed man like Su Mo is not exempt from vulgarity. Don't expect any great perseverance from the nobility of this world.

Besides, what are you going to do back to your fiefdom? Is it possible that you want to raise an army to rebel?

"Young Master, are you going to go back to the imperial capital?" Wilbur asked.

"Well, I'll rush back as soon as possible." Trandon said.

"Then please be careful, young master, after all, the enemy is in the shadows." Wilbur's tone was tinged with concern.

"Hmph, when I return to the City of Thorns, I should be careful that it's not me who is afraid! It's the crowd! I'll find them one by one, cramp and peel! Trandon's tone was grim, with a hint of disdain.

The enemy is in the shadows? Truth be told, Trandon wasn't scared now, because by his side stood a demonic butler who was countless more terrifying than those enemies in the shadows.