When the lawyer Lottel met Arthur, Arthur, Vontel, Lady 'Anna' and Pendragon sat in the small hall on the first floor, which had also been one of Lord Doyle's reception rooms, and was most often used to entertain friends who were more intimate than ordinary friends.

As for the reception rooms on the third floor?

It was the aristocratic tradition to entertain only the close friends of Lord Doyle's boudoir – and likewise, at some point there was some convenience for the male host, after all, there was a co-ordinating lavatory between the bedroom and the drawing-room.

And such important events as discussing and deciding the future of Oak Manor are in the small hall on the second floor.

The tradition of the nobility of South Los is so cumbersome and cumbersome.

However, the refreshments are good.

Sitting in a chair carved from birch, Arthur picked up a piece of puff pastry fruit pie—apples, oranges, peaches, and pears fluttering with the movement of Arthur's palms, and the cream inside spilled to the sides.

Taking the small horn as the entrance, Arthur takes half of the bite, the sweetness and sourness of various fruits neutralize the sweetness of the cream, and the crunchy crunchy of the puff pastry makes people feel a pleasant feeling that their teeth and tongue are about to dance.

Almost in the second bite, Arthur finished the pie in his hand.

Then, there's the second piece.

Fontel, however, paid no attention to the food, and introduced himself to Ms. 'Anna' in earnest—including but not limited to names, hobbies, and so on—and even sent Ms. 'Anna' an invitation to the 'Club'—a small group of rich and idle sons from South Los for the main purpose of seeking novelty and excitement.

Of course, Ms. 'Anna' remained silent.

This left Vontel a little discouraged.

But immediately, the young man began to cheer himself up.

'Giving up when you encounter difficulties is not the tradition of the Doyle family – perseverance is! ’

Arthur looked at the young rich man who had beaten himself with chicken blood, rubbed his eyebrows, and then picked up the third piece of puff pastry fruit pie - it was not that he didn't want to explain, but once he explained, the consequences of some things were unbearable.

So, he let it go.

Anyway, 'Anna' won't really move.

So, when Lottel and the old butler came in, what they saw was a scene of Vontel gushing and communicating with 'Anna'.

The well-informed old housekeeper is okay, but he has encountered a strange lawyer who called Mom, but the sweat is dripping.

Lyotel only felt his heart raise his throat again.

Why did he ride over on his own as soon as he received Andy's message?

Isn't it because of Arthur's 'weirdness'?

I know that I know, but when I see it again, I still don't feel comfortable.

"Your Excellency Credos, do you need anything?

I'm here for you! ”

The more empty his heart became, the more respectful Löttel became.

And that's what Arthur needs - he doesn't need everyone to be nice to him, he just needs everyone to be effective at the right time.

A contract drafted by Fontel to divide the Oak Manor in half to Arthur was placed in front of Lotter.

Immediately, the lawyer was taken aback.

Oak Manor, as a lawyer, he naturally knows it.

But because he knew, he understood the value of this contract.

Subconsciously, the lawyer looked at Vontel, who didn't care about it at all, and then at the old butler who remained silent, and the whole person thought a lot at this moment.

For example: Clever grabbing.

For example: Confusing the minds of others with spells.

In short, none of them are good.

But, isn't he good at that?

"Your Excellency, please wait a moment, I need to read it carefully!"

Lottel asks Arthur for instructions.

Arthur nodded, and casually hugged Pendragon at his feet into his arms, rubbing the top of Pendragon's head and chin with his palm, and then pinched Pendragon's soft, soft paw pads.

"Vic, can you get me some dried fish?"

Arthur looked at the old butler with a smile.

"Of course, Master Arthur."

After the old butler bowed, he walked towards the kitchen - as a nobleman, the Doyle family naturally has the habit of raising cats in the aristocracy, and the kitchen is often prepared with small dried fish and other cat favorites.

As for the title of Arthur?

When he learned that Young Master Fontel had promised to give Arthur half of his inheritance, the old butler felt crazy at that time, and his whole body was about to explode.

Because, the promise at that time, represents half of the oak estate at this moment.

However, when the old butler calmed down, he found that Young Master Fontel had done a good job.

Oak Manor needs Master Arthur.

It's not just the immediate crisis, it's ...... Later!

The lord has passed away.

Lamit and Geert are no longer members of the Doyle family.

Master Vontel, EMMM......

The old butler turned his head to look at Master Vontel, who was still communicating with Ms. 'Anna', and unconsciously chose to ignore it automatically.

The pursuit of 'mystery' is not a qualified nobleman.

Even if it is mysterious, it is the same to have a miracle.

Because—

Miracles come at a cost!

Therefore, Master Arthur has become a good choice at least.

It's always much better than those bastards who, under all sorts of banners, actually want to annex the Doyle family.

At the very least, the existence of Young Master Arthur can deter some people and allow the Doyle family to survive this difficult time.

Even, it is enough for Young Master Fontel's children to grow up and take over the Doyle family.

Of course, it would have been better if Master Arthur had been willing to give his first child the surname Doyle.

That child will be the best heir to House Doyle!

When the heir inherits the entire Doyle family, he can turn a blind eye, and he can go to see the master without shame.

Maybe tomorrow we will need to find the right lady for Master Arthur and Master Vontel...... Well, no, Master Arthur has that lady, I don't need to worry about it!

Sure enough, Young Master Fontel is the one who needs to worry the most!

The old butler who came back with the dried fish was like a broken old mother, looking at Vontel, who was still persevering with Ms. 'Anna', and couldn't help but sigh again and again in his heart.

Arthur took the dried fish and did not feed it directly to Pendragon, but first put it on Pendragon's right, when Pendragon opened his mouth to bite, he immediately moved to the left, and after a few times, Pendragon sat in Arthur's arms and did not move, just staring at Arthur.

No mouth is spoken, but it is worth a thousand words.

"Alright! All right! ”

"It was just a joke."

"It's all yours!"

Arthur picked up two more small dried fish and threw them into the cat cage.

Pendragon went straight in.

That speed, it's hard to see, is a leg injury.

Watching Pendragon eat dried fish, the corners of Arthur's mouth curled.

But then, when Arthur had set Pendragon in place and stood up again, there was more coldness in his eyes.

"Are you all ready?"

Arthur asked softly.

"Ready."

The old butler nodded immediately.

At this moment, night has fallen.

A bonfire had been lit in the manor, and the servants had gathered.

The flute, the harp, the singing spread with the wind, and more often than not, laughter.

Amid this cheerful laughter, a cavalry force of 50 men silently appeared on the fork in the road of the oak manor, these men were dressed in black cloaks, masks, cavalry thunderbolts on their backs, long swords and short spears hung in front of their saddles, and at the forefront was Bauerbi.

The Lord's former personal servant, pointing ahead—

"There, there's Oak Manor!"

(End of chapter)