"Where is ......this? How could it be here?"

Monroe's hand groped around his body, and he still had lingering palpitations about what had just happened......

Before the sun had set, Monroe returned to his little attic early, and he staggered to the door with his chair, anxiously waiting for the rest of the matter. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

For some reason, he always had an ominous premonition in his heart, as if the scythe of death had cut the silk thread that symbolized his life, and the calamity was staying in a dark corner, waiting for the right time to come.

"Tuk Tuk—"

A rhythmic knock on the door reached Monroe's ears, which made Monroe, who was staring at the candlestick distracted, shiver.

"Who?"

Monroe struggled to calm the tremor in his voice, but the effect was apparently not noticeable.

"Young Master Monro, it's an old servant. ”

Fawkes's kind voice rang out from outside the door, as usual.

"Oh, it's Fauber, what's the matter?"

Hearing that it was Fawkes, Monroe's worried heart calmed down a little, the old butler was still good to him, at least much stronger than the others.

Of course, Earl Bronck and Lady Elu could call Fawkes by his first name, but the young masters would not be so rude. For an old butler who watched them grow up and was nearly forty years older than them, no self-righteous young master would be stingy with that little bit of etiquette.

It is not the aristocracy that shows off in front of such people, but only some merchants who have just become rich.

At first, the Monroe people called the old butler "Uncle Fox", but they dared to call out such a title, and the old butler did not dare to agree. After several disputes, the title became "Fubo".

It sounds ridiculous, but it's just a title. But just as Kleers did not dare to express his opinion at will in the face of the "Young Master Monroe's Father-Murder" incident, such a trivial matter is a very important matter for the old butler.

Unlike Cleus, Fawkes, although he was more respected and trusted by the Earl of Bronck, had to pay great attention to etiquette so as not to overstep it. After all, he was not a knight who swore allegiance to the Count like Cleus, and his status was nothing more than a retainer of the Count.

Therefore, Kloes was able to accept the title of "Uncle Klers" with peace of mind, but the old butler was afraid to avoid the name "Uncle Fox".

Outside the door, Fawkes paused slightly after hearing Monroe's question, and then said casually, "Lady Elu, please come to the conference hall to discuss the matter." ”

"Okay, I'll get ready, I'll be there shortly. ”

Monroe got up with a smile, and couldn't wait to think: "It's done, now Madame Elu is probably going crazy, want to ask me to come over and help her clear her suspicions?" Hmph, it's a joke, you just wait to go to the gallows!"

"No!" As soon as he walked to the door, Monroe suddenly reacted, and the smile on his face froze there: "Father should have been poisoned, if this is the case, the old butler will not react like this." Even if you want to call me over to assist in the investigation, it shouldn't be so peaceful, not to mention, if my father dies, then the entire Earl's Court should be in chaos. Unless ......"

Thinking of this, the ominous premonition in Monroe's heart became stronger and stronger, and he slowly retreated with a frightened expression, as if what he was facing was not a dilapidated door, but a hideous monster.

"Young Master, are you alright?"

Fawkes urged outside, but there was not the slightest impatience in his words, and the old butler's cultivation was vividly displayed in a calm tone.

"Also...... Still have to wait...... Wait a while. ”

Monroe's voice trembled again, and the fear in his words had reached the point where it could not be concealed.

"This ......" Fawkes pondered for a while before he said slowly, "It's better to let the old servant help you, so that Madame won't have to wait." ”

"No, no, I can do it myself, no, I mean I'm not feeling well today, so I won't go to see Madame, another day, I'll be there another day. ”

Monroe spoke incoherently, and he turned and ran to the fireplace, trying to open the secret compartment again to ask the statue for help, but to his shock, the old fireplace was no longer in the previous mechanism.

Touching the inner wall of the fireplace, Monro stood there.

Some of the rough bricks had ruthlessly shattered his extravagant hope of opening the dark grid again, and everything was so natural, as if there had never been any dark grid or statue in the fireplace itself.

He opened his mouth, but Munro didn't make a sound. He didn't want to expose the existence of the statue, not to mention whether others would believe it, just talking about the crime of trading with the devil, he would definitely die.

If he doesn't make a noise, he may be able to rely on the previous arrangement to fool the past and earn a glimmer of life.

"Maybe the lord just didn't want to meet with the idlers, maybe he had everything arranged. Or maybe Fawkes didn't come to Mrs. Ellou, and he didn't tell me about my father's death because he didn't want me to worry. And ......"

When faced with a desperate situation, Monroe's original pride of the city and his self-proclaimed maturity have all collapsed. He could only comfort and deceive himself with one possibility after another, but he himself believed a little......

"And then?"

Monroe frowned and continued to remember, what happened to him?

There is a fault line in the memory here, and the memories behind it seem to have become scattered fragments. He carefully pieced it together, intending to restore the truth of the matter.

After some hard work, Monro gradually regained some of his missing memories. He muttered quietly as he recalled, hoping to help him remember what was going on: "The dark grid is gone, and then Fawkes is talking outside the door, and then ......"

"Boom-"

A roar sounded in Monroe's confused mind, and the aftermath of the event was churning rapidly before his eyes, pulling the terrified Monroe back to the fear of that time......

"Young Master Meng Luo said with a smile, how can such a thing be changed to another day?"

Fawkes said unhurriedly, but Monroe didn't hear a hint of a smile in his words.

"I'm ...... again I had never been to the council chamber and was not familiar with this kind of thing, so everything was left to Madame, and I had no opinion on her decision. ”

Although he thought of countless possibilities to comfort himself, Monroe's fear did not diminish by half, and his words became more and more flustered.

"Young Master Meng Luo, how can you talk nonsense, let the old servant help you. ”

With that, the door that was held against the seat was violently broken, and under Fox's precise manipulation of the fighting spirit, the process did not make much noise.

Then, the expressionless old butler suddenly appeared in front of Monroe......

The rest of the matter, Meng Luo couldn't get a clear answer anyway, but vaguely remembered that his neck was pinched by the old butler, and with a faint crisp sound, he completely lost consciousness.

"I'm not dead, I'm definitely not dead. ”

Monroe kept repeating the words, trying to shake off the fear in his memory, until he saw his transparent arms......

PS: It's all lost to send a signing contract, and you have to resend it, my brain......