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The butler, who managed the entire Thornland Mansion, pushed open the window in the moonlight and took a deep breath, the fresh air filling his lungs. Standing in front of the window in thin pajamas, the breeze blowing into the room is particularly fragrant due to the few pots of flowers planted on the balcony.

In the sky outside the window, the starry sky that has not yet completely disappeared is still beautiful, but the eastern sky is already a little, just like the faint flush on the cheeks of a girl who first sees her lover.

After washing, Barsaro put on his neatly ironed black dress. This finely crafted black gown by the master was a reward from Duke Nick.

Although many years have passed, every corner of the clothes is still so straight, and it is unusually clean after repeated washing, without the slightest dust stain. Everything in Thornland's house represents the face of the master, and the dress of the servant is of course also part of the face.

The servants in the mansion had already gotten up, tidied up in their rooms, gathered in the kitchen for breakfast, and the housekeeper arranged the day's work.

Seeing the spirit face in the kitchen, Barossa nodded in satisfaction. No one today is tired from playing too late yesterday, and the effects of the punishment and reprimand of the previous days are already being felt. Standing on a small high table in the kitchen as usual, the chef brought the prepared meal to the table in the kitchen, and a dozen servants sat neatly, looking at Barossa's face with a focused expression.

"Master Camos's room, yesterday a cabinet of lacquer fell off a little, the lacquer master who has been hired will repair it today, he will arrive about two quarters of an hour after breakfast, Maria, you are responsible for guiding him. Bard, the flowers in the backyard are a little unspirited, you have to deal with this one. Mass you ......"

Barossa took out the notepad from his bosom and arranged the day's work one by one, and after each man's work, the servant began to eat. It doesn't look like a big notepad, but it records all the problems in the mansion. Where there is a problem with the utensils that needs to be repaired, those places need to be cleaned more carefully, there are some problems with the plants in the flowers, and all kinds of things are recorded.

This is Barossa's job, coordinating the operation of the entire mansion. And it is precisely because of his presence that this mansion is so beautiful, so that the people who live in it feel comfortable and will not be bothered by the trivial things of life.

Barossa has been doing this job for more than ten years, he has hardly made any mistakes, and he has not had any complaints about his work, as an excellent steward of the Thornland family. He was always able to come up with some expedient solution to the problem when the servant was not unable to solve the problem. Although it can't completely solve the matter, it won't lose the face of the owner.

Lately, however, he's been upset, and it's all caused by two new guests. A strange exotic from nowhere, and a completely rude country girl. Not only did the two of them occupy it all the time, but the two best rooms in the entire mansion, and the daily food also made the chef feel troubled.

Today you have to roast a cow, tomorrow you have to have three sheep, and at worst you need hundreds of pieces of bread with a large bucket of delicious soup. This is obviously not the appetite of a normal person, and even many monsters can't match the appetite of these two, and this is what Barossa fears the most.

He wanted to report the matter to Duke Nick, but since Young Master Leon had spoken to his father, the Duke had not taken care of any of the guests. Barcelo had only just mentioned it at the beginning, and when he heard about the foreigner, the Duke impatiently let him do it himself.

So Barcelona had to figure it out on his own.

Although all the speculation is their own fantasy, such an abnormal amount of food is obviously not normal, not to mention that there are other manifestations that show that the two guests are not simple. But there was no evidence to help Barceló, and he couldn't just let someone kill the guests in the house just because of his own guesses.

He could only buy meat in large quantities to satisfy the guests' seemingly insatiable appetites, while asking Camos about the origin of the two.

"He's so good at eating, that's something I knew on the way, as for the woman who came back from the cliff. In response to the butler's inquiry, Camos thought for a moment and said, "You just need to satisfy her appetite, there are some things that you should not know, otherwise it may invite disaster." ”

It would not be a pleasant thing for any big family to offend a dragon. Those powerful and arrogant creatures, even if the young dragons make trouble in Giza, will cause huge casualties. Not to mention that she has been an adult, and Mo Yan's reluctance to mention her identity means that she asks to keep her identity secret, so it is better to obey her wishes.

Camos's meaning was not clear, which skewed Barcelono's understanding. In his opinion, the young master of the Thornland family was obviously threatened by that foreigner. And the identity of that woman is already about to be revealed, a cannibal monster with intelligence that can transform into a human form.

He already had a definite answer in his mind, but Barcelona couldn't make a hasty decision, not to mention that he didn't have the right to use the private soldiers in the mansion. He had to get help from somewhere else, such as the priest who stayed in the mansion.

"The goddess of wealth does not have her own paladin. In the small temple of the mansion, the priest who was praying to the goddess for the Thornland family, after listening to Barceló's request, looked at him with some embarrassment and said: "You know that expelling monsters has never been our specialty, you should go to the priest of the temple of war, only they have a full-time strong warrior." ”

"I know. Barsaro looked at the priest and said, "But at least you can be sure if there are monsters in the mansion, don't you?" Every temple has a method like this, and I just need conclusive evidence now to convince Duke Nick to let the paladin into the mansion." You know that the Duke has always been to the god of war...... Lack of goodwill. ”

As a god worshipped by political opponents, Duke Nick not only lacks a good opinion of the god of war, but can even be said to be quite disgusted. In Duke Nick's view, wealth is created by manufacturing and commerce, not by the Minister of War or the god of war, who advocates destruction and plunder.

These guys, who are full of war, spend enough gold to build seven Giza cities for the glory of the so-called warriors.

"It's been a long time since I've used any of them. The priest sighed and said, "I can only see if it will work, but I can't guarantee that it will be accurate." The priest, who couldn't convince Barcello to involve himself, could only find a way to remember what he had learned in the seminary, and finding monsters was not his major after all.

After preparing the materials according to the list provided by the priest, Barcelo took the priest to Leah's room in the afternoon, when the stranger and the girl had left the mansion.

Sheep fat candles were lit in the four corners of the room, and silver basins filled with water were placed in the middle of the room. Grabbing some mixed plant powder in his fingers, holding an old book that had been dug out of the box, the priest sang a ballad for the guidance of the gods, and slowly sprinkled it into it.

"No problem. After a while, the priest looked at the color of the water in the basin, and also breathed a sigh of relief, "There is no monster here, and now it seems that you must have thought too much." ”

"It's impossible. Barcelo frowned and said, "Who do you think can eat a whole cow in one meal?Or do you see anyone in the empire whose hair is such a strange color? No matter what race the Tara people marry, it is impossible to give birth to offspring with hair of that color." ”

"But I didn't do anything wrong. The priest innocently pointed to the basin and said, "The color of the water is exactly the same as in the book, and there is no monster smell here." This is already the most sensitive way to discriminate, and none of the sheep fat candles have been extinguished. Even if you find the priest of the God of War, he won't do it better than I do. ”

"Let's go to another room and have a look, maybe we'll get something else. "Barceló, who always feels that something is wrong, can't expect a priest of the goddess of wealth to be able to test it with such precision, he just wants to try again and maybe he can catch an anomaly, then he can go to Duke Nick and let the paladin of the god of war enter the mansion and remove the monsters hiding here.

"Okay, okay. "The pastor who was packing up his things was a little upset. He knew that Barsaro didn't believe him, but Thornland was a staunch believer in the goddess of wealth and donated a lot of money to the temple every year. If he offended Thornland because of his own problems, the archbishop would not mind another person coming to preside over this small temple.

According to the same ceremony just now, it was arranged in Mo Yan's room. The priest, who had long thought that Barcelona was too suspicious, resisted his dissatisfaction and sprinkled the powder in his hand into the basin of freshly changed water.

The moment the plant powder is completely integrated into the water, a sudden change occurs in the room. Black smoke came out of nowhere, gathered from all sides of the room and burrowed into the basin, staining the otherwise clear water into ink, and the four mutton fat candles placed in the corner were instantly extinguished.

"This ...... Oh my God, how could this be. The priest, who swallowed his saliva, looked at the black water in the silver basin, and said to Barcelo with a pale face: "It seems that your guess is not wrong, the person who lives here is a monster, and ...... More powerful than ever, we may need a whole team of paladins. ”