The old butler's face had that different look again.

He said loudly-

"No!"

"The bloodline is supreme!"

"The awakened bloodline can contain all forces!"

Seeing the old butler's reverence and fanatical appearance at the moment, Arthur really couldn't fully believe what the other party said—not that he was worried that the other party would deceive him.

Rather, I am worried about the blindness of the other party!

Or to put it simply, that's what the other side thinks!

And the facts?

But there is a deviation!

Or even the other way around!

You know, the slightest deviation on the mysterious side will kill people!

He definitely didn't want to be the second Gram!

'Would you like to talk to Malinda?' ’

Arthur opened the cat cage, hugged the sleeping Pendragon in his arms again, stroked the cat's head, and thought about the first choice in his heart.

But immediately, he shook his head secretly.

Just now, this lady was 'honest' and showed a wave.

If we meet again, it may be a more direct temptation.

If one is not good, he will have to be exposed!

Although in some ways, the other party is extremely reliable, more often than not, it is dangerous - it is best not to meet the other person for a while without corresponding preparation.

Except for this lady......

Arthur held the cat in his arms and stroked the cat's head, but his eyes involuntarily looked at Albers, who was talking to Maltz in the courtyard downstairs.

Qualified, but young.

Brave, but inexperienced.

Isn't this a ready-made candidate?

Gradually, Arthur's eyes lit up.

The next moment, he commanded the old butler.

"Vic, please help me prepare some of the food, snacks, and drinks that are available in the kitchen, and then invite Maltz and Albers up - by the way, a chair."

Arthur said as he tossed the wooden box containing the Doyle family heritage into Pendragon's cage.

This kind of behavior, the old housekeeper did not have any displeasure or accident - once, when the first lady was alive, the old man was still hiding private money in the kennel.

In comparison, it is really nothing to put it in a cat cage.

Just nodded.

"Yes, Master Arthur!"

After saying that, the old butler went to give orders to his subordinates.

The two second-class manservants began to move chairs—there were only four chairs around the coffee table where Arthur and Vontel were sitting, and in addition to the two of them, Madame 'Anna' had one of them.

If you don't plan to move a seat, adding a chair is the best option.

Thankfully, Ms. 'Anna' is slim enough and the two of them don't look crowded.

The servants were busy with their hands and feet, and in a moment there were two roasted geese, plenty of roasted venison, puff pastry cakes, orange juice, apple juice, and milk, and wine, and black pepper, honey, butter, and salt in white porcelain plates.

Among them, roasted geese and roasted deer are all food prepared at night, and for the day before dawn, it is not considered overnight food, and it will not lose its dignity when taken out.

In particular, the chef also made a shape for roasted geese and roasted venison in the shortest possible time.

Roasted geese are like wings flying, and roasted venison is a deer running out of existing venison.

However, Arthur looked at the two roast geese with their wings outstretched and the golden rooster independent, and the sound of 'two roast ducks going north' involuntarily appeared in his mind.

As for the patchwork of roast venison?

Maybe it's the chef's poor knife skills, or maybe it's too much time, but what Arthur sees is a roasted venison like a Frankenstein.

Arthur, who was slightly silent, took the milk and puff pastry cake.

Sure enough, he's for sweets.

While others at the table were eating with relish.

"Ms. 'Anna', do you need food?"

Vontel asked.

Even though Ms. 'Anna' didn't answer, she chose a little bit of everything and put it on Ms. 'Anna's plate.

None of us here were surprised by this scene.

Arthur was used to it.

Maltz thinks it should be.

Albers thinks that Arthur should have a reason for doing so - although he sees nothing magical about Lady 'Anna', who knows if it's hidden?

You know, Arthur is a master!

A true master who helps civilians and never fears the powerful!

is an example for him to follow.

Arthur noticed that Albers was looking at him a little strangely, and couldn't help but touch Maltz from his toes, who immediately smiled at Arthur.

The meaning of the smile is self-evident.

Arthur sighed helplessly.

He knew what Maltz was doing.

But he is a 'psychic' with no bad intentions, and he is definitely not a liar.

Thinking to himself, Arthur picked up the milk.

"Thank you for your help, Alberth!"

"Without you, Oak Manor would never have survived this night!"

"To you!"

As he spoke, Arthur drank it all.

Looking at Arthur, who had drunk it all, Albers picked up the pale beer in front of him, and also grunted - a glass of pale beer with a pound was drunk cleanly.

As soon as Albers put down his glass, Maltz picked up the orange juice.

"Albers, although I don't think I'm worse than you, I admire your bravery and prudence - I'm willing to be friends with you, do it!"

Maltz drank it all.

Albers faced the sincere Maltz, and did not hesitate, and continued to drink it all.

By the time the detective put down his glass, Fontel picked up the apple juice as well.

"For the sake of Oak Manor, thank you, Lord Elbers!"

Vontel is genuinely grateful to the detective in front of him.

The sincerity that came from sincerity made the young detective not allow himself to refuse, even though he was already a little dizzy and a little crusting in his stomach after two large glasses of light beer.

And when the third glass of light beer was served, the young detective's face turned red, and the whole person sat a little crooked in the chair.

Watching this scene, Arthur spoke again.

"Albers, to thank you, I've got some secret techniques for you as a thanksgiving gift—

One is the secret art that can bring the rope back to life.

One is the secret art of creating all kinds of noise.

One is the secret art of guiding arrows.

It's all a little trick, so please take it! ”

In Arthur's words, "bluffing" flickered again, and in the orange light, he helped Albers up, led the young detective to the window, and pointed to the busy manor servants in the courtyard and at the drawbridge, and said in a firm voice.

"Even if it's for them, you must take it!"

"You're not just saving the manor, you're saving their lives!"

"I can't imagine how tragic their fate would have been without your help, after the manor was breached!"

Albers froze.

The somewhat dazed young detective turned his head to look at Arthur at the moment.

Arthur was in a bright light under the dimming of the light, but his eyes were firmly looking at the darkness outside the window, and the pity and reluctance in his expression made those determined eyes ......

Light!

At this moment, Albers seemed to understand the meaning of the master in Maltz's mouth even more!

The inexplicable emotion mixed with the effect of alcohol made the young detective blurt out -

"Let's swap!"

"Let's swap!"

"I still have a lot of mystical knowledge that my uncle taught me, and we can all exchange them!"

(End of chapter)