"Get out of the way."

The voice of the old man sounded.

At night in Riverdale, an old man in a carriage shouted with a full breath.

The crowd was divided.

All the owners who knew this voice knew who this old fellow with the black whip was, not an old coachman, but the old butler of the baron's house.

Zhao Qian stood in place, watching, this old guy dressed in black tugged at the horse bolt in his hand, and stopped in front of the two.

"Get in the car, Master Glenn, Miss Grace."

The old butler said, and in the light of the brazier, his wrinkled old face glanced down at the night watchman who looked up at him. These are just the security guards in the town, but they are not comparable to the army in the hands of the real baron.

There was no answer. The Baron was able to send someone in such a short time, and it was evident that someone had reported the news.

Zhao Qian got up and sat in the dark carriage behind the old butler.

Grace behind her was dragged by the old man and lowered her head to get in.

The little door shut.

Dark.

Zhao Qian looked at the layout of the carriage around him, if it weren't for a curtain that could be opened, it would look more like a closed cage.

In this kind of darkness where you can't see your fingers, the light is also lit up by the old man reaching out and handing in a lamp.

Sitting in his place, Zhao Qian did not move.

Glace, who looked at the side, hung the light source in the middle of the carriage with the light source of unknown information.

Then he sat down opposite him.

Silence, wordlessness.

The carriage outside gradually turned around, and the road began to jolt. The curtain on the side is printed with inexplicable flickering light from time to time, which looks more like a candle flame in front of the store in River Valley Town.

"Thank you."

I don't know how long it took, but the woman opposite whispered, but it seemed to be talking to herself.

The car stopped.

Grace habitually reached out as if to lift the long dress she wasn't wearing. Stopped, put down again. The movements were subtle, but they couldn't hide the good education she had compared to the night watchmen outside.

Every word and deed has its own manifestation.

Open the door and get out of the carriage. There was light outside.

Zhao Qian watched and followed.

What caught his eye was a large building made of stone and wood, although it was not as good as the Hogwarts castles in the Harry Potter world he had seen.

But it's much better than some of the residences of the nobles in Van Helsing's world and the Pirates of the Caribbean. The main thing is that it is also a manor.

After a few more glances, he was taken to wash by the maid who had been arranged by the housekeeper earlier.

Although Zhao Qian is also a little unfamiliar with these procedures, they are somewhat similar to what the Pirates of the Caribbean themselves have experienced. And these behaviors seem to those who have a heart to be more like the best proof that his identity as Glenn was once in a noble family.

After all, in such times.

Aristocratic etiquette is not something that can be learned if you want to.

To put it mildly, those who have money get rich quickly, even if you have money and find a real aristocratic etiquette teacher, people will not necessarily teach you.

For dinner, on the table lit with candles.

The maids came and went busily changing the plates, Zhao Qian stretched out his hand, and the maid behind him, who was specially serving him, familiarly handed him a handful of silver cutlery that had never been used.

It was put on an empty plate and was not used.

He looked at Grace, who was eating slowly on the table, and if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that a woman who had been hungry for a day and a half could eat food so elegantly. It's like she's not hungry.

However, her trembling arms still betrayed this woman's heart, her craving for food.

Or rather, she cherished everything she had lost in just two days.

And the owner of this place, the so-called Baron of Riverdale, never showed up. Let Zhao Qian eat the silverfish that is a specialty of the river outside the valley town on the plate, and he is no longer so appetizing.

Stuff was quickly ended by the man and woman subconsciously speeding up the pace of eating.

Zhao Qian didn't speak, and kept the style that was unique to him when he entered this place, silent.

Until the maid lit the candle and showed him the way, and he closed the door to the bedroom—

Divide-Cut-Line——

"As you can see, the last man has arrived."

In a tavern room in Riverdale, four people gathered around a log table listening to the man by the window.

"Well, then, the previous plan of Old K has been canceled."

A bald head with a fur turban said, causing another guy in a hat to frown, it was a peaked cap of epochal significance.

"His plan, huh."

Another sinister waxy face replied, but the tone of the words in this man's mouth was more like sarcasm.

"Do you really think that Baron Winchester hasn't noticed us?"

As if in response to this group of people, the last woman at the table pursed her sexy red lips and said beautifully.

"On the day of Grace's disappearance, I quietly eliminated 6 guards."

The woman looked down at the bright red fingernails on her hands.

"But after the disappearance of that Grace, the baron, who supposedly loved his daughter, did not care about it. So, I doubt it. ”

"Someone else's?"

The bald head said, his eyes flashing as if he had said the real answer.

"Or maybe that's not true."

The geodesic voice sounded again.

The discussion seemed to fall silent again.

"Okay, so be it"

The man who spoke first swept the hell-hearted guys sitting at this table, they just had the same interests now.

"Rose, you contact the last traveler, and we will kill that thing on the lonely mountain as soon as possible. When it's done, take what you need. (To be continued.) )