Wayne finally invited the classmate to give him a ride in the carriage.
After all, he is also a member of the handicraft department, so we can barely be considered friends.
No matter what the other person's intention is to show kindness to him, he understands it and may not be able to help with other things. This is not difficult with a little effort.
"…Thank you, thank you."
Camille sat primly in the carriage.
Wayne took a look at her attire, which looked like a drowned rat, and asked hesitantly: "Won't someone from your family come to pick you up?"
Camille just shook her head and said nothing.
There was an awkward silence in the carriage again, with only the wheels rolling around on the ground, making a slight grunting sound.
The entire journey was silent.
"Master Wayne, we have arrived."
The coachman reminded him and stopped the carriage.
"Well, I won't go down."
Wayne thought for a while and said to Camille: "Keep warm when you go back and don't catch a cold."
"Okay, okay."
She stood up, her expression blocked by her thick bangs, but her tone was as timid as ever.
The carriage door opened, and Camille opened the umbrella while stepping on the slightly waterlogged bluestone ground.
"Wei, Wen, classmate."
In front of the ordinary mansion, the thin girl stood with her back to the car window and did not look back.
"Sometimes, it would be better not to be so gentle to everyone."
In the rain, her voice was low and clear.
Wayne watched her back disappear behind the door and wondered to himself: "Am I gentle?"
Of course, no one would answer his question in the dark.
Shaking his head, he spoke louder to the coachman: "Let's go back -"
"Wait, something doesn't seem right."
Outside the carriage, the driver's alert voice sounded.
Wayne was stunned for a moment, and then his expression changed.
There seemed to be a faint fishy smell in the air, which even with the cover of heavy rain could not be completely hidden.
"ah--"
Camille's scream suddenly came from the baron's house.
Wayne stood up immediately, picked up the umbrella provided in the carriage, opened the door and rushed in in the direction of the sound.
"Master Wayne!"
The coachman originally wanted to hold him back and ask him not to put himself in danger.
It could be seen that he had already entered first, so he had no choice but to rush in with a stamp of his feet.
…
The small courtyard was filled with accumulated blood, and the constant erosion of the rain stained red blood everywhere.
A middle-aged man with unshaven beard looked at the corpses on the ground in front of him with dull eyes.
He kept mumbling something in his mouth.
"It's the Grand Duke... The Grand Duke is back..."
"They are coming for revenge, they are coming for revenge on me!"
"Ha! I knew this day would come, I knew it!"
Camille covered her lips in fear, trembling all over, and looked at the man with blood-stained hands in the center of the courtyard.
She couldn't believe what she was seeing.
His mother, brother, sister, and other family members were all piled up in this courtyard in a miserable and incomplete state.
Everyone was fine before going out in the morning. Why...
Camille burst into tears, but did not dare to make a sound again.
His father, holding a dagger in his hand, looked crazy.
Suddenly, he seemed to realize that there were other people in this space, and he twisted his neck and turned around little by little.
His eyes slowly came into focus, and Camille's figure appeared in them.
"Haha! And you, my daughter! It turns out you are back!" He said happily, "I almost forgot about you!"
He moved his trousers soaked in blood, holding a dagger in his hand, and walked towards Camille step by step.
Camille screamed and backed away in panic.
"No one can escape! None of us can escape! Hahahaha..."
Baron Colclough laughed wildly and stabbed Camille with his dagger.
"Ding--"
A magical earth blade deflected the dagger in his hand.
Wayne appeared in front of Camille holding an umbrella, blocking his way.
Although Wayne has always had a strong psychological quality, when he saw this scene in front of him that was beyond common sense, he couldn't help but be stunned for a few seconds.
"You...do you know what you did?!"
"Ha! What did I do?!" Baron Colclough heard his inquiry, seemed to be stimulated by something, and laughed crazily.
Smiling, he began to cough violently, bending over from the cough, with tears overflowing and a look of pain on his face.
"I did something wrong! I did something wrong!"
His tone became full of panic, "Don't kill me, Grand Duke! Don't kill me, Grand Duke!"
He knelt down in the blood all over the ground with a "pop" and rushed forward on his knees, trying to hug Wayne's legs. "Grand Duke, spare my life! I know I was wrong!"
Wayne kicked him away and Baron Colclough fell to the ground.
At this time, the coachman from Duke Wenche's Mansion also rushed in anxiously.
When he saw the situation in the courtyard, he lost his voice for a moment. "What...what's going on!"
"This gentleman is probably crazy. He needs to be taken to the city guard and imprisoned first."
Wayne frowned tightly and covered his nose with his sleeve in discomfort.
After entering the mansion, I realized how strong the smell of blood was. It was both pungent and disgusting. It was almost undetectable outside.
The driver was from the military and his face looked normal.
He stood in front of Wayne and shouted to the ghost-like man lying on the ground: "Mr. Baron Colclough! The person in front of you is Master Wayne Winche, the son of Duke Wenche."
"You'd better lie down where you are and don't do anything to cause misunderstanding!"
"Otherwise, the Wenche family will make you regret coming into this world." He threatened sternly.
"Duke Winche?"
Upon hearing this title, Baron Colclough's face instantly showed a look of ecstasy.
"I did nothing wrong!" he shouted hoarsely.
"I did nothing wrong! The army led by Duke Wenche is so powerful that no one can resist it! The Principality of Millistan is destined to perish!"
"Since we are going to perish sooner or later, why can't we let me get some benefits in the end!"
He lay on the ground and turned his gaze feverishly to Wayne.
Wayne's scalp felt numb when he was looked at with such eyes.
"You are a big shot in the Wenche family, right? I, I have always admired Duke Wenche and want to serve him."
"In the Battle of Fog Moon, I was the first to open the gate of the royal city of Duke Millistan, and I made great contributions to your family! I am the hero!"
"But, a hero like me! Why was the Duke forgotten?"
As he spoke, a look of surprise appeared on his face again.
"Yes, it must be because the Duke is too busy with his affairs! Please mention my name to the Duke, he will definitely remember me."
Baron Colclough kept talking about how much contribution he had made and how important he was to the kingdom and the Duke. However, his right hand holding the dagger was raised.
"Your hands! Put them down!"
Facing such an obviously mentally disturbed person, the coachman's nerves were tense.
If Master Wayne was injured under his protection, he would definitely be responsible.
"I...I didn't move."
Colclough was confused for a moment, then his eyes suddenly widened and he looked at his right hand with great fear.
He was holding the dagger in his right hand, raising it little by little and bringing it close to his neck.
