After breakfast, the viscount, dressed in disarray, decided to go back to the manor.

The requirement is that it is not possible to walk.

In an era when only nobles and wealthy merchants had horse-drawn carriages, it was difficult to find a means of transportation in the village.

In the end, Wen Cha rented the only ox cart in the village for ten pence.

The Viscount refused to ride in an ox-cart, but when there was no carriage that would allow him to continue his aristocratic temperament, he chose to compromise.

It wasn't that he hadn't thought about letting Wen Cha go back to report the news, but he couldn't take any chances.

His mother, Elenda, was not a strong-willed person, and if more benefits were promised to her, she would most likely sell her son behind the back of someone else.

He doesn't make uncertain deals.

After Herbert's death, he inherited the title as the first in line of succession, and Anse El became a viscount of course, but if he did not have a son before his death, the title would be chosen from among the nearest relatives.

Some of them were Herbert's younger brothers, some were Herbert's nephews, and in short, there were countless people who could inherit the title.

If Elenda was smart, she would have asked the knight to come to him and continue to be her viscountess, but Elenda didn't.

The reason for this is intriguing enough.

The ox cart drove to the vicinity of the Rose Manor, and the Viscount got out of the car in disgust.

If the rest of the manor saw him coming back in such a car, he would definitely become the laughing stock of high society, and he couldn't afford to lose this face.

After Wen Cha thanked the driver who was driving the car, he helped the Viscount to continue walking.

When the two of them reached the door, the servant who was guarding the side let out an incredible exclamation, "Lord Viscount is still alive!" Lord Viscount is still alive! ”

The servant opened the door excitedly, turned and ran to the castle to inform him of the news.

Butler Hill, who heard the news, hurriedly ran out with a group of male servants to greet him, and when he saw the embarrassed viscount, a look of relief and sadness appeared on his face.

"God willing, my lord, it's great that you're back!" Steward Hill took Anse El from Wen Cha's hand, and a little tear welled up in his eyes, "Lady Elenda and Lord Alvin are worried about you, please go in and see them." ”

"Alvin?" Lord Viscount raised his eyebrows, "When did he come?" ”

"I came yesterday evening," said the steward of Hill respectfully, "and Lady Elenda was about to send a knight out to look for you, and Lord Alvin happened to come over, and at last he sent someone to find you. ”

"I see." Lord Viscount nodded, "What is he doing now?" ”

"Lord Alvin is discussing your ...... with his wife."

"Mine what?"

Seeing that his expression was gloomy, Steward Hill swallowed the phrase "aftermath" and said in a low voice: "Last night, Lord Alvin sent out to find your servant and came back to say that you had been pushed down the hill by robbers and might have ......"

The rest of the words, Steward Hill didn't say, but whether he said it or not made no difference to Ansel.

"What a good mother to me." Anse El smiled an extremely gentlemanly smile, "It's just that I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint them." ”

He pushed the butler's hand away, stepped forward, and pushed the door open.

At the dining table, Elenda, who was still having dessert after the meal, looked up strangely and saw Ansel, like a frightened bird, bounced up.

"Y-You're still alive?"

"Of course, my dear mother." Anse El walked slowly in front of her, his gaze swept over Alvin, who was frightened and bloodless, reached out and lifted Lady Elenda's hand, and kissed the back of her hand gently, "I heard that Steward Hill said that you are very worried about me, and I am very happy to hear this news." ”

Lady Elenda's fingers trembled, and her face, which had been smiling a moment ago, was now a sculpture.

"What? Are you unhappy? Anse El looked at her with a smile, but his eyes were colder than the Yorkshire winter.

"How so?" Lady Elenda squeezed out a smile that was more ugly than crying, "My child, you believe me, it's too late for me to be happy now......"

"Of course," Anse El let go of her hand and looked at Alvin to the side, "I heard that you also want to come to Yorkshire to open a factory recently." ”

Seeing his gentle appearance, Alvin secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, "Lord Viscount, you misunderstood, I still think that life in London is more comfortable, and I only came here to visit Lady Elenda. ”

"Really?" Anse El sat in the seat next to him and smiled, "I didn't expect you to have such a leisurely life in London."

A little embarrassment flashed across Alvin's face, "Of course, I'm not as good as Lord Viscount. ”

Anse El smiled silently, his deep gray eyes like a sharp blade through all his disguises.

Alvin looked particularly restless under this gaze, and he wanted to seek security from Lady Elenda, but Lady Elenda had no time to pay attention to him.

Anse Air is her real child, and before Anse Air is not really dead, Alvin, the titular nephew, will not want to inherit the title.

Lady Elenda's backlash left Alvin desperate.

He came to Yorkshire because he colluded with the robbers near the Rose Manor to kill Ansel to inherit the title, and now Ansair is not dead, but he is here to discuss the inheritance of the title with Elenda, which is tantamount to betrayal for Ansel.

Presumably, this clever viscount has already seen everything.

"Lord Viscount," said Alvin, licking his dry numb lips, and with fear in his face, "I'm glad for you to be back."

"Thank you for your concern," said Anselle with a smile, "I heard the servant say that you and your mother are talking very speculatively, I don't know, what are you talking about?" ”

"Nothing!" Lady Elenda jumped up like a dog with its tail stepped on and retorted, "We didn't talk about anything! ”

The sharp voice made Anse El's frown, and Lady Elenda also felt her abruptness, and explained with a dry smile: "You know, child, we are just too worried about you, and we are discussing ways to save you from the robbers, and what else can we say?"

"Really?"

"Yes," cried Lady Elenda, "do you know how much the greedy robbers cost?" They're going to empty an entire castle of gold in exchange for you, and they're insatiable! How can I get them? ”

As soon as these words were spoken, Ansel kept a smiling face, like broken ice, and cracked in half, and he held back his anger and shouted: "I think you are insatiable!"

"What did you say?" Lady Elenda glared at him in disbelief, "I'm here with Alvin to grieve for you, how can you accuse me like that?" ”

"You're sad for me?" Anse El was amused by this shameless reason, "If I hadn't come back safely, my good mother, you should have sold my title and property to this Mr. Alwyn a long time ago, right?" ”