In the dim light of the mercury vapor lamp, a tawny bug crawled back and forth on the oak desk.

Carlo carried an extremely fat mouse in his hand, grabbed its tail, and teased the bugs on the table one by one.

Obviously, the mouse was much stronger than the insect that was only the size of two fingernail shells, but it seemed to be facing an incomparably terrifying monster, and it didn't even dare to struggle, so it could only hang in the air and tremble.

The worm crawled on the table for a while, and suddenly flapped its wings, grabbed the rat's head in Carlo's hand, and pulled it down with all his might.

Carlo let it go, and then watched with great interest how a bug ate a mouse dozens of times its size, even with no bones left.

When the insects were eaten, Carlo shook his palm, and out of nowhere he caught another wild cat covered in darkness, which struggled desperately in his hands, and let out a terrible cry from his mouth.

The bug buzzed and flew up, and was about to pounce on the wild cat to feast on it, when suddenly Carlo seemed to notice something, smiled, and threw the wild cat out of the window, and the tawny bug slowly crawled down his neck into the collar...

"Crunch", the door opened, and Sidney's figure appeared in the doorway.

He walked in, the room was dimly lit, and Carlo was lying on his side on the bed, snoring slightly, and sleeping soundly.

Sidney stood quietly by the bed, looking at his "only son", his eyes revealing a complex light, with nostalgia, love, and unwillingness. In the end, only resoluteness remains.

Sidney sighed slightly, straightened the corners of Carlo's quilt, and slowly left the room.

Carlo's eyes snapped open, and an ugly tawny bug crawled up from his neck and lay on his face, looking strange and terrifying in the darkness...

The next morning, Carlo washed up under the service of the maid, then opened the wardrobe and picked out a random shirt and coat to put on.

Lawrence's clothes are mostly wrinkled and folded, as gorgeous as traditional aristocratic clothing, but with a bit of simplicity and chic, which is the most popular style among aristocratic young people nowadays.

As the son of a small aristocrat who did not learn or learn, Lawrence spent all his energy basically on the pursuit of beautiful ladies and the importance of appearance, and he had a full drawer of perfume alone.

Carlo was satisfied with his current state, and he felt like he was enjoying a vacation away from the chaos and carnage of the abyss before he realized the true hidden power of the world.

The "Lawrence" in the full-length mirror is a little different from the past, and under the beautiful skin, there seems to be a different temperament, especially the pale red eyes, which hide the charm of addiction.

"Young Master.."

While Carlo was enjoying his breakfast elegantly, Ian hurried in.

"Mr. Charles is waiting for you at the door, saying that he is inviting you to an outing.."

Carlo put down the cutlery in his hand and looked at Ian quietly.

Ian glanced left and right, and cautiously added, "He also said that Miss Deborah will go too. Also, Master Sidney went out early this morning, saying that he would not be back until two days.."

Carlo picked up the white silk handkerchief and gently wiped his mouth.

He remembered that poor Lawrence seemed to have made him a wish before giving his soul and body, and Carlo wouldn't mind doing it for him if it wasn't for the trouble... After all, he has always been a very benevolent man...

"Prepare my horse, dear Ian." Carlo stood up, a faint smile on his face, "I can't wait to meet my lovely friends."

"Okay young master. Ian nodded excitedly and ran quickly out the door, hoping to go out with him, and it would be a great honor to see her from afar with a beautiful man like Miss Deborah.

...

Ian was in a good mood and even whistled.

He walked briskly to the stable, his gaze quickly scanning, and soon found his target, which was the prettiest white horse in the stable.

"Old man.." Ian stroked the white horse's mane and said to himself, "It's finally time to go out, you're excited, aren't you?"

However, the horse's temper did not seem to be very good, and he kept snorting restlessly.

"Hey man, relax, are you thirsty.." Ian tugged at the reins, but the horse kept going against him and wouldn't move.

Ian was a little anxious, if he moved slowly and made Master Lawrence unhappy, he might be ordered not to go out, which was not a good result.

"Don't do that, Malay." Ian tugged at the reins again, but the horse remained unmoved, and he slapped the horse on the ass in anger.

This is a normal move, but today, Ian's slap seemed to ignite the fuse of the dynamite barrel.

The horse suddenly became irritable, let out a long neigh, lifted back, and kicked Ian in the chest.

Ian flew out in an instant, crashing through the wooden fence, his head hitting a rock, blood pouring out, and he fell unconscious.

It seemed that a white light flashed over him, and soon, someone heard the movement and ran out.

...

Carlo stared for a long time, but the servant Ian did not appear for a long time, he couldn't help frowning, and was about to ask someone. At this time, an old servant hurried over with a gray horse.

"Young master, the horse you wanted."

Carlo frowned and asked, "What about Ian?.. How is this one, my Frey the Great?"

Frey the Great is the name of Lawrence's favorite white horse, taken from an ancient king.

The old servant replied in fear, "Ian was kicked hard by the horse and is now lying unconscious on the bed. Your white horse. Frey the Great, crashed through the stables and fled, the groom has gone after him, and should be found soon."

Carlo didn't think much of it, and he didn't care about it, but he still got angry with Lawrence's temperament, and then rode on the gray horse in a huff.

When he came to the gate of the manor, Carlo looked around, and then from behind the tree came a gray horse about the same size as he sat down, and immediately sat a young man, handsome, but with a frivolous look between his eyebrows and eyes.

"Good morning, Lawrence.." The handsome young man opened his mouth to greet Carlo: "I can't believe that your father can let you out so easily."

Carlo squinted at the man in front of him, Charles, Lawrence's best friend.

Lawrence is a non-learned guy, and of course he makes friends who only know how to drink and have fun.

In Lawrence's heart, Charles is his best friend, but Carlo can see from his memory that Charles is playing Lawrence like a monkey at all, and he doesn't know how much money he cheated from Lawrence. Moreover, he also knew everything about Lawrence, and it was he who instigated Lawrence's pursuit of Deborah. The parchment that records Lawrence's method of summoning Carlo's advent is also something that Charles didn't know where to find it.

It can be said that the pig-headed Lawrence has been foolishly pitted by Charles for several years, and he doesn't know it at all.

"Good morning, Charles. Carlo greeted Charles lightly and said, "My father went out this morning and won't be back in a few days."

"Oh, that's great news.." Charles couldn't help but raise his voice, he didn't dare to go directly to Carlo because Sidney hated Lawrence very much for associating with him.

"That's right, Lawrence.." A teasing smile suddenly appeared on Charles's face, "I put a lot of effort into asking Miss Deborah out today."

Carlo nodded faintly, and Charles frowned, "You don't seem to be very excited." Why don't you like her, my friend?"

"Of course not.." Carlo glanced at him and smiled lightly, "I'm just sure I'm going to succeed in pursuing Miss Deborah."

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