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Jones, he's a qualified freelancer, at the very least, he has snuck into the homes of rich people without permission to 'get material' He has done not a thousand but eight hundred, and so far he is quite well-lived...... Maybe Jones is better suited to a thief than a freelancer?

Now, at the Lofen house, Jones, who was originally invited out, has now slipped back to the backyard of the Lofen mansion unconsciously...... It's already seven out and seven in.

"That damn paparazzi. Guard A's yelling.

"It's better to catch it quickly, otherwise the master will deduct his salary again." "Escort B is also unhappy.

After the two guards went apart......

With a magic camera hanging on his chest, he stepped out of the bushes behind the guard, and Jones pulled out a small mirror and smiled heartily at his somewhat handsome face. Then, he put away the mirror and walked towards the mansion's warehouse.

Compared to the recent construction of the mansion, the warehouse is old and dilapidated.

As for the iron cable on the warehouse door, bending down, Jones took out the wire and untied it very easily. Then he pushed open the warehouse door and walked inside.

The warehouse is as messy as you can imagine, with leaky roofs, cobwebbed ceilings, and ...... Rancid wild vegetables and meat.

Jones, who entered the warehouse, first rummaged through the old shelves around him, and then noticed something, and Jones checked the floor of the warehouse.

"It's—" Jones snorted solemnly when he saw the difference in color in a certain part of the floor.

......

"Master, it's time to eat...... came to the study, saw the office suspended, and the old man holding the picture frame of his deceased wife in his hand, the old housekeeper reminded softly.

"Yes. Lofen's fingers touched the surface of the frame, as if remembering something, and finally put it back on the desk.

The lord loves his wife very much, and half a year ago, the lady disappeared mysteriously, and after searching for several months without results, the servants have rumored that the lady has encountered misfortune.

Since then, the old man has been depressed for a long time. Like a machine that never knows tiredness, it puts its mind on work all day long,

"How's the guest entertain?" Leaving the study, Loven walked towards the living room, asking by the way.

"Lady Alice has taken a bottle of wine as the lord has ordered, and Lady Neve and Mr. Gorman and Miss Yona have no appetite, and as for Lord Hynix and his wife—" The old butler was a little embarrassed to say this. "They weren't happy with the taste of meat at the dinner. ”

“...... Is that so. Luo Fen dared to point his eyebrows with a stressful finger...... Troublesome guests are the most disliked.

"I've ordered the head chef to redo it...... But—" The old butler's voice lowered at this moment. "The head chef revealed that the method is still the usual way, and the problem is in the meat-"

“...... Meat?"

"Yes. ”

Immediately, Loven quickly came to the living room, and at this moment, there was no one at the table.

Not surprisingly, Rofen saw the plate of meat dishes that had only taken a few small bites.

After taking the fork, Lovin tentatively forked one of the pieces of meat and put it in his mouth...... And then I was convinced.

Covering his mouth, the old housekeeper saw this and hurriedly handed over a napkin.

"What kind of meat is this?" because of this piece of meat, Rofen felt that he had lost his appetite for dinner, and asked a little angrily.

The answer to the "......" was the old butler's head. Myran, he didn't answer. ”

......

On the other side -

"Hmph, this bastard definitely did it on purpose!" Back in the guest room, Hynix, who was smiling with the owner of the mansion one moment, scolded the next moment with an unhappy face...... It's just that the food is unpalatable.

In fact, anyone who encounters this situation will think so, deliberately releasing unpalatable meals and the like.

"Alright, dear, deflated...... We'll leave tomorrow anyway. Greel patted her husband on the back and whispered comfort.

The more I thought about it, the more irritable I became, but for the sake of my glamorous wife, Hynix, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, reached out and hugged his wife, and his irritable mood needed to be expressed.

"You're really ......" Grell blushed and sat down on Hynix's body in obedience.

Just when the two hugged each other and were about to do something embarrassing, they remembered the knock on the door.

The knocking sound at the door runs at an annoying frequency of 'if you don't open the door, I'll keep knocking'.

The ill-timed knock on the door temporarily extinguished the enthusiasm of the Hynix, who asked his wife to leave his arms for a while, put on his half-worn pants again, and impatiently opened the door.

"What's the matter?" Hynix opened.

Not!

The knocking on the door stopped abruptly, and there was no one outside.

Hynixton, who was holding his pants, wondered, could it be a prank? Thinking about it, the half-covered door was completely opened, and Hynix poked his head out and looked at both sides of the hallway.

――！

A pair of white-gloved hands slammed down from the eaves, and the blood-stained and fishy white gloves just clasped Hynix's head out of the door, and before Hynix could react, he choked Hynix's throat so that he couldn't make a sound, and dragged Hynix up slowly and powerfully.

In the room, Mrs. Grell was unconscious, and at this time she was blushing, lying on the bed waiting for her husband's return.

In this way, Hynix disappeared from the door forever...... Only the leather cord used to tie the pants was left.

......

In another hallway, using magic to heal a pinched finger, Neve went back to his room feeling a little disappointed.

"Would you like to come to the drawing-room?" the maid appeared before Neve and pleaded.

"What's the matter!?"

"This is the master's command. ”

“...... I know. "People are under the roof, try to be respectful.

"One more thing. "Miss Maid doesn't seem to have anything to say. If possible, please pass this request on to your companion. "The maid has been to Alice too, but she has hit a wall.

“...... Do you have to go to the living room?"

“...... I'm sorry about this, yes. ”

"Okay, I got it...... But please lend me something. "Neve is also a little unsure about Alice.

Maid: "......?"

Neve sighed in understanding. After the maid was rescued, Neve returned to Alice's door.

Somewhat apprehensive, Neve reached out and knocked on Alice's door. "Is my sister here?"

"......" did not respond......

That's when you have to ...... Neve pulled out the key to the guest room he had borrowed from the maid.

"......" was about to insert the key into the jack when his hand paused, and Neve hesitated.

Mother's coercion or something...... Neve was afraid of being beaten.