Under the dim night, there was a solitary grave and a solitary lamp, interspersed with a few crows that sounded like weeping coming from nowhere.
For ordinary people, when they suddenly break into this place, they will inevitably feel that the environment is quite gloomy.
However, Wayne didn't notice it at all.
After standing there for a moment, he walked around the inconspicuous mound. As he raised his hand and brushed it, the magic elements were enriched, and the surrounding weeds were uprooted and fell aside.
It looked like it hadn't been taken care of in a long time.
However, after both his original parents "died" of illness, the people in the separated family were not really relatives, so naturally they didn't care much about this lonely grave.
It's lucky that nothing else happened.
After a long moment of silence, he sighed.
"Let's go."
Bartok didn't understand what was going on with the young master, but he still followed him obediently, but he was a little more respectful invisibly.
This is a magician! Live!
No wonder he has the courage to act alone despite his noble status.
However, not far away, Wayne stopped again. "You go ahead, I don't know the way."
That night, Wayne told Chris all these things.
The slightly cleaned room is relatively clean, and all bedding and other items are available. A pot of hot tea is placed on the table.
Thanks to the advance preparation and management of the executive butler Joel, although the number of people accompanying them was not small, the two of them had almost no worries about logistical issues along the way.
Chris poured a cup of tea for Wayne and sat down next to him.
"So, you met a random person on the roadside, and he just happened to buy the place where your parents used to live? Isn't this a bit too coincidental?" She asked, holding her chin.
Wayne was silent for a moment.
He also felt that it was all too coincidental, but after testing Bartok several times, he found no problems. He really didn't know the relationship between this place and himself. According to him, he was tricked into buying this piece of land. Could it be...
A man with a tall hat and a short beard came to mind.
That person seems to be called...Homa?
"I'm not sure if someone is plotting something behind the scenes, but it doesn't seem to be a loss to me." He mused. "Bartok doesn't mind transferring this land to me, and he seems to be very concerned about our identity." I made some guesses and my attitude was very flattering."
"Then, do you want to go to the branch house to take a look?"
"Go." Chrissy's words inspired him before, and Wayne has now figured this out. "After all, we are far away from each other in the capital. If we encounter problems in the future, it is inevitable that the distant water cannot save the nearby fire. If I can support someone in the branch family who is willing to take care of this place for me, why not do it?"
With this team of knights, he is an absolute power in this place. It is impossible for the local garrison to have such a high-standard configuration.
With the crushing force of force close to the present, and the flag of his duke father far away from the temple, some troubles can be solved in the most direct way.
"Moreover, Bartok told me that Karl, the current head of the branch family, seems to have encountered some problems and needs to raise funds urgently. I should be an unimaginable piece of fat in their eyes."
Wayne is not afraid that if they ask for something, they will be short of something.
Even if someone was really trying to use him to play a game, Wayne wouldn't mind staying to see what these people were planning to do.
After hearing his opinion, Chrissy nodded.
"Don't worry. No matter what decision you make, I will support you."
This sentence was too much to think about, and Wayne couldn't help but joke: "Really? Then now I have to make some, um... other decisions by the way?"
The originally serious topic suddenly changed, and Chris was obviously panicked, but she quickly forced herself to calm down.
"I'm tired and want to rest. Your room is next door, so I won't send you there."
Wayne originally didn't want to do anything, but it was quite interesting to see her guilty reaction.
"What are you thinking about? What I'm saying is that I decided to get some wild vegetables tomorrow, and then some pheasants, hares and other things for barbecue-"
However, before he could finish his words, an angry Chris kicked him out.
With a "bang" sound, the weak wooden door shook violently.
"Whatever you want! You don't need to tell me such a trivial matter!"
Wayne, who was locked out of the door after a disagreement, shook his head and glanced at the two maids who were guarding the door as if they didn't see what was happening in front of them.
Although efforts were made to streamline and streamline the team of attendants before the trip, the necessary equipment was still brought along at Mrs. Ashwell's strong request.
Including the executive housekeeper Joel, and six capable maids, including Ms. Karen who has been Wayne's personal maid since she was a child.
Well, although Kallen is nominally his personal maid, she is actually half of Chris's internal agent. She treats Chris' affairs as warmly as a spring breeze, but treats her as a routine matter. Wayne knew the subtle differences, but he didn't care about the details.
He doesn't have the special habit of having the maid around him worship him wholeheartedly.
Most importantly, Kallen's loyalty and ability are unquestionable.
"Thank you for taking care of Chris along the way." Wayne smiled politely at them, "By the way, I will find someone to repair these wooden houses. If you have any problems that need to be solved, you can tell me. , or ask Joel to handle it."...
These simple and dilapidated wooden buildings have no merit other than barely providing shelter from wind and rain.
According to Bartok, these were all temporarily built out of convenience to take care of the forest farm.
As for Wayne's former belongings, they may have been dismantled and sold, and now there is no trace left.
When he knew this, he couldn't tell whether he felt heavy or relieved.
Having no unnecessary worries is not necessarily a bad thing.
"Thank you for your concern. No additional help is needed at the moment. In addition, your room has been tidied up, and Xiaobai has also placed a dog mat at the foot of the bed as you requested. He is already asleep now." Karen said as always. reliable.
Wayne nodded slightly: "Okay, good night ladies."
Without waiting for the two maids to respond with another salute, Wayne turned around and pushed the door open and entered the next room.
In fact, there is no need for such complicated rhetoric, but living habits are obviously not something that can be changed in a short time.
After carefully arranging the soundproof barrier, Wayne went straight to the end of the bed and dug the dog out of the bed.
"Don't sleep, come out with me later."
He specifically confessed that he placed it in the room just to catch young men in the middle of the night.
