Kryptonite lord verse 17
Seeing that Lane's face was full of disbelief, Henry's voice paused slightly, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked with a little confusion: "Lord Lane, didn't His Majesty the King mention this matter to you when you succeeded to the Orlan Domain?" β
His question was obviously pointed, Ryan pinched the scorched black corner of the sheepskin roll with his fingers, and looked at him coldly and asked, "This should be the unreasonable question that you, as a butler, can ask a nobleman?" β
The temptation failed, a few drops of cold sweat flowed from Henry's forehead, and he kept apologizing in a panic, his tone was extremely humble, "I'm very sorry, honorable Lord Lane, please forgive me for my unintentional actions this time, I will never dare to make such a mistake again next time." β
Ryan closed his eyes slightly, put the parchment roll in his hand on the table, looked at Henry with a cold look and said, "You can leave." β
Henry bowed his head and stepped back from the room, leaving the room cautiously, and finally closing the door without forgetting to say, "I'm very sorry, please forgive me for my rude tonight." β
Ryan ignored him and looked down at the parchment.
After Henry left Ryan's bedroom, he returned to his room down the brightly lit hallway, and sat down at his not-so-modest desk, took out a magic pen and magic potion, and drew a parchment scroll on which he wrote quickly.
The words written on the parchment scroll disappeared, and Henry folded the parchment and put it into a white envelope, stamped the closed place, then took out a magic whistle, and after a long time, a white paper bird flew into his room.
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Ryan flipped through all the parchment rolls, frowned slightly and said to the system, "These bills are completely useless to me right now. β
"It's still kind of useful."
The system replied slowly: "At least you know that you are not the poorest. β
"Also, the previous lord didn't even have ten gold coins in his hands to move, and he really trusted Henry."
Ryan's fingers caressed the parchment, "But I always felt that something was wrong. β
Henry's last sentence seemed to test what else he could do with the king.
So Lane: "Commander, look at Henry's reaction, am I the king's illegitimate son?" β
System: "I think too much, and I don't have such a close relationship." β
Ryan:?
Good guys, that's not right.
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Early in the morning of the third day, before dawn, Ryan left the bedroom on the windowsill on a vine, and went deep into the back garden with the birds.
In the vicinity of the Lover's Fruit, a simple log cabin has been built with the cooperation of Bart and So, and Al and Toby, as well as several more elaborate and sturdy semi-finished houses, and a row of trees have been transplanted to make the environment more secluded.
After a few days of nourishment by the flower fairies, coupled with the supply of high-quality fertilizers, while Ryan's funds have decreased, the lover fruit seedlings planted a few days ago have grown to a height of nearly one meter, which are thicker than the tomato seedlings that Ryan has seen before.
The river is clear, and unknown trees sway in the wind.
Ryan looked at the lover's fruit field from afar, the weeds in it were all pulled out, he looked at the lover's fruit seedlings inside and said to the system in his mind: "I remember that when the tomato seedlings grew so tall, they almost began to bear fruit." β
"It's still early."
The system replied quickly, "When you grow to about the same height as you, the Lover's Fruit will bloom." β
"I feel like you're connotating me."
Ryan touched the bird's head, looked at the cabin, and turned to return in the direction of the castle.
System: "Don't you tell them about you coming?" β
Ryan shook his head, "There's no need. β
Magicians can reduce their own sense of presence and can also block their senses, Bart and Suo have been taking care of Loverfruit for the past few days, and Toby and Al are still taking time to exercise themselves in their spare time when they are building houses, and it is still early to wake them up.
When Ryan followed the vine back to the room, Amore, who was on duty today, was standing alone in the room.
Seeing Ryan walking up the vines, the young man with a delicate face was like an elf, Amore's eyes were full of praise, she sighed in her heart at the magic of magic, looked at Ryan respectfully and said, "Dear lord, hot water has been prepared for you." In addition, the key, as you might expect, was forcibly taken away yesterday by Henry's butler. β
Chapter 23
"Just put what you have on the table, good job."
Ryan easily jumped from the windowsill to the ground, the vine retracted into seedlings, and when he raised his hand, the soil scattered near the flower pot automatically flew back into the pot, and after thinking for a few seconds, Ryan looked at Amore and said, "By the way, I'll let Henry come to me later." β
"Follow your orders."
Amore's jaw was fine, and after Ryan had finished washing briefly, she left Ryan's bedroom with a basin of water and a towel.
Putting her belongings in the lord's exclusive area, Amore followed Ryan's instructions and went to the second floor of the castle.
Unlike the maids and valets who slept most of the time in the corridor, Amore, one of Lane's personal maids, was lucky enough to share a room with several other maids.
In addition to the lord, there was only Henry the butler, who had a small bedroom of his own.
'Buckle ......'
Amore stopped outside Henry's room, raised her hand and tapped on the closed door.
It was still early in the morning, and when Amore raised her hand and knocked on the door for the sixth time, Henry's voice came from the room.
"Who is it?"
Henry's voice sounded much worse than usual, as if he had phlegm in his mouth.
Mistaking it for a hoarse throat when she was awake, Amore didn't think much of it, stopped knocking on the door and stood on the side of the door, "Butler Henry...... It's me, maid Amore. β
Hearing that it was her, Henry's tone suddenly became a little irritated, "What is it that deserves you to come here so early?" β
He had never woken up so early.
Amore didn't feel anything about his attitude, and replied with a good temper, "Lord Lane, he has something to do with you. β
'Bang! β
As soon as Amore's words fell, there was a sound from inside the room, like something falling to the ground.
Henry had an eye on his door.
Amore pursed her lips, lowered her head and said softly, "Lord Ryan asked you to go to his room, he has something to tell you, may I ask Butler Henry, can I leave now?"
There was no reply, and just as Amore was about to turn around, Henry in the room suddenly shouted, "Stop!" β
Then there were heavy footsteps, and Henry pulled the door open a crack, stood behind the door with the unstable wig on his head, and said, "Close your eyes, Lord Lane, what is the matter with him?" β
Amore glanced at the scalp under his wig, closed her eyes thoughtfully, and replied without humility or arrogance: "Lord Ryan only asked me to convey that he had something to do with you, and he didn't tell me the rest of the words, after all...... I'm just a lowly maid. β
Henry never let them enter his room, he didn't give the key to anyone else, he was neatly dressed every day before he appeared in front of others, and even the daily cleaning of the room, Henry was also a designated manservant, and he had to be present when cleaning.
Henry straightened the wig on his head, looked at Amore's lowered head, and asked with gloomy eyes, "Amore, did you say something to the lord that shouldn't be said?" β
Amore pretended to be confused and asked hesitantly, "...... you What does that mean? I didn't say anything. β
"It's better to be like this."
Henry smiled disdainfully and threatened in a low voice: "If the lord knows about yesterday's events, you should know what will happen to you, I hope you can still be as knowledgeable as before." β
Amore replied in a low voice, "Do as you command." β
After speaking, her loyalty to Ryan increased slightly.
"Go get busy."
Henry turned around haughtily, "I'll go to the lord right away." β
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In the sunniest lord's bedroom, Ryan holds a quill in his hand, dipped in a little ink and sketches on a parchment drawing.
'Buckle the buckle. β
Ryan didn't wait long before he heard a knock on the door accompanied by Henry's voice, "Dear Lord Ryan, I'm Henry the butler...... The maid Amore told me to come over, do you have anything to tell me about it? β
Ryan put the quill down, "Come in." β
"Excuse me."
Henry lifted the handrail of the door, pushed it inward, and slowly moved it to Ryan with his head down.
When he entered the house, Ryan looked at Henry and said, "Go and gather all the people in the escort together." β
Henry didn't know what he was going to do, so he kept his head down while secretly thinking in his heart and asked, "Are you going out hunting?" There should have been people there by now, and probably not all members of the convoy would be able to get there. β
"Nope."
Ryan shook his head, "The current escort team is too scattered, I want to weed out some useless people, give the truly capable people a chance, and select a truly powerful escort captain who can lead others among the people who remain." β
"What do you mean...... Is it to kick some people out of the convoy? β
Hearing this, Henry immediately raised his head excitedly and retorted: "You can't do this! β
He raised his head to meet Ryan's gaze, and when he looked at Ryan's smiling eyes, he suddenly felt excited, as if he had just reacted, and hurriedly lowered his head in a panic, covering his face with his fat palm.
Even for a moment, Ryan saw that Henry's face was coated with a thick layer of white powder, as if he had been smeared with a layer of raw plaster, but he still couldn't hide the bruises on both sides of his cheeks, as if he had been swollen by someone.
Ryan originally looked indifferent, and almost laughed when he saw his funny face, and quickly turned his head sideways and coughed in a low voice, and then looked at Henry with calm eyes and asked, "Do I need your consent to make a decision?" β
Henry shook his head with difficulty, "That's not what I meant. β
"Then don't make me say it a second time."
Ryan hooked his fingers and tapped his joints lightly on the tabletop, "If you can't even do this kind of trivial thing, then maybe you are not suitable to continue to be a butler, and I will dismiss you for disobeying the orders of the nobles and dereliction of duty." β
A good steward is a good faΓ§ade, if he is dismissed without cause, it may damage the image of the territory, but if he is dismissed because of the steward's own negligence, then the butler's career will come to an end, and if the lord is not merciful enough, the dismissed steward will leave that day.
Orlan was already in a very poor place, and if Henry was fired by Lane, he would have to go to a poorer place.
Henry has been in Orlan for so many years, he absolutely does not want to be fired, plus his task has not been completed, and he has offended many people, although there is not only a dead end after being dismissed, but the end must not be much better.
Seeing that he didn't reply, Ryan hummed softly, "It seems that you want to disobey my orders." β
While saying this, he picked up the quill on the table, and when he saw this, Henry hurriedly said, "You have misunderstood, how dare I disobey your orders." β
Henry gritted his back molars and closed his eyes, "I'm going to get all the members of the convoy here." β
Ryan snorted coldly.
He hadn't figured out the person behind Henry yet, and Ryan hadn't wanted to remove his butler so quickly, but keeping the people in the way would only get in the way.
The lover's fruit is about to ripen, the factory is about to be built, and he doesn't need someone to drag his feet.
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Henry left Ryan's room, with hatred and remorse in his eyes, hating Ryan for not being fooled, regretting that he was still too soft on the first day, and he couldn't help but think in his heart that if he had killed Ryan while his magic was backlashing, he would never have gotten to this point.