Deputy Attendant Ladya came over from behind the bushes and knelt down in front of Mochi's couch. What are your orders?
Go check it out. Where on the Lighthouse planet is Caesar of Ogra pretending to be a ranger? Mo Qi held the newspaper, pointed at the black figure on it, and told his deputy chief attendant. [Read the latest chapter] (Fengwu Literature Network.qiuwu.) But then, he added, if it really can't be found, forget it, I'm just curious - ah, it's a pity that I'm old, even if I wear a mask There is no way to deceive the girl's bright eyes, and there is no way to pretend to be a ranger...
Deputy Attendant Raja, who has a strong sense of moral conscience, automatically ignored the second half of the Lord's words and accepted the order seriously and respectfully: Yes, Sir, someone will be sent to pay close attention to Ogra's movements.
Don't be so serious, Laja, girls are always so rigid and prone to wrinkles. Lord Moqi complained, and then asked, where is Jiang, where did he go so early in the morning?
Attendant Jiang went to pick up the young master. Raja replied.
Mo Qi was shocked and sat up: Didn't you say that boy Molik was going to be released from prison today? They let him out so quickly?
Yes, sir, today is the fifteenth day, and the young master’s detention period has expired. La Jia still said respectfully, because the young master is not yet an adult, and the police station of Lighthouse Star stipulates that a relative must sign to pick him up before he can be released, so Mr. Attendant went there early in the morning.
Why pick him up? Just let them lock him up, just let that kid stay in there - he committed such a serious crime of violating traffic rules, why was he only detained for fifteen days? They should sentence him to jail for at least five years, no, ten years...
Moqi muttered and complained, like an old man with a garrulous mouth. Then he suddenly remembered something and shouted: Tell me honestly, Raja, after that kid comes out of the detention center, are you going to pick him up? Where to go? Don't you want him to live with me?
Lajia couldn't stand it anymore, so she said loudly: Of course, I want to take the young master home. How could you treat the young master like this, my lord? You killed the young master's mother just after he was born, and now you are going to prevent the young master from going home and let him live outside?
Who doesn't want him to go home? I just... I have insomnia, I have migraines, and I really can't stand that kid's abuse from morning to night. Mo Qi held his head and groaned like a patient, and then bounced off the recliner with a posture that no patient could possibly have. "No, we have to leave quickly and find another place to live before that kid is here." return!
The servants knelt down to tie his pajamas and help him put on his shoes, but he couldn't wait any longer, so he walked barefoot outside the camellia bushes and stepped directly onto the airship that was ready to receive him. Raja stood up and followed her master into the airship.
Well, my lord, where are you going to stay? La Jia asked helplessly, and made suggestions dutifully. The Dimon family's manor is on a subtropical island, as well as the Feng family's and Quentin's family's manors. This season is humid and warm, which is very suitable for adults to cultivate. If the adults find it tiresome to have them around, they will be ordered to move out immediately.
It’s time to go to Grigo’s retinue’s house and see our little Jasmine. Mochi ordered, then closed his eyes. He now felt a precious little bit of drowsiness.
Raja retreated silently, and the airship started up without any tremor, took off in stealth mode, disappeared into the clouds silently, and flew towards the Edward de Winter family's manor in the Western Hemisphere. Below it, the vast estate covering an area of nearly one million acres gradually took on the full glory of his luxury. In front of the main building of the manor, under the steps of the tall jade pillars, there were vassals dressed in gorgeous clothes who were waiting to greet the Lord or give gifts. They were always ready to be summoned by the Lord, unaware that their master had already left.
It's early morning in the Eastern Hemisphere, and it's still midnight in the Western Hemisphere. The canyon basin where the Dulan Manor is located is brightly lit, aircraft are flying back and forth, and a grand banquet is being held in full swing. The guests laughed and cheered from time to time for David Duran to break through the seventh level. Even though the recipient of the blessing was not present, it did not dampen their interest.
Deep in the manor, in a quiet and independent house by the blue lake shaded by the black forest, the head attendant Hebra appeared in the corridor. He walked hurriedly past the attendants and servants who had retreated to both sides and bowed their heads to him, and entered. The large suite on the left wing of the third floor - according to reports from the attendants, his master is currently taking a nap in this room.
As usual, there is a large living room after entering the door. The Hebrew owner David Duran happened to be standing in front of the mirror, and he was changing clothes. From the full-length mirror held by the valet, David Duran's full-body frontal image fell right into the eyes of Chief Chamberlain Hebrews - this young man who had just turned twenty-two years old had a handsome appearance and gentle eyes. And charming. There are always some faint thoughts deep in his gentle eyes, which makes him more calm and majestic than ordinary young nobles of the same age, making him more convincing. It's just that in such a bright and beautiful time, he has never experienced such a ridiculous experience of youthful frivolity and wantonness, which inevitably makes Hebrew feel a little regretful and a fly in the ointment.
The door from the living room to the master's bedroom opened inward. Through the open door, Hebrew saw the newly-dedicated fifth-level healer from the Brick family sitting sideways beside the bed with an uneasy look on his face. On the low stool, he was holding the water glass brought to him by the valet, feeling a little at a loss.
Her colorful evening gown looked a bit sloppy, and her outer skirt had obviously been taken off and put back on. But unfortunately, under her open outer skirt, the knee-length inner skirt was still on her body meticulously. She didn't even untie the bow tie on the side. It was obvious that it had never been taken off at all.
Hebrew couldn't help but sigh in his heart, feeling anxious: This was already the sixth healer presented, and it was still the same as the previous ones. The master didn't do anything with her at all, but barely touched her. healing wave, and then completely lost interest in continuing.
Although the master was always kind and tolerant and did not issue any blame for this, the healers presented to him for six consecutive days could not satisfy the master, but as the head of the attendant, he could not help but feel extremely frightened. A chief attendant who cannot fully comply with his master's wishes is no longer qualified to issue orders and control vassals on behalf of his master, and the loss of power and position is often imminent. On the third day, he felt that the eyes around him were full of danger, making him feel like a ray of light on his back, and the throne of the chief chamberlain was so hot that his buttocks smoked. He really couldn't imagine what would happen if this situation continued.
The only good thing is that there are always people who are more frightened than him. The master personally ordered to prepare a healer, but in the end, this order was turned into just an extra dressing procedure at night. Obviously, it conveyed more dissatisfaction with the vassal family.
For a vassal family, there is nothing more disastrous than losing the favor of the master and no longer being needed. Regardless of whether they are used or not, as long as the master's order to find a few healers is not revoked for a day, all vassals must do their best to donate healers until the master is satisfied or they can no longer find them. The more prestigious a family is, the more they have to find ways to satisfy their master, and they cannot be overtaken by families lower than themselves. This is related to the order and power level in the vassal family.
There is reason to believe that those families who have made donations or are preparing to make donations will be very frightened when faced with the dilemma that the healer will be returned that night. No matter what kind of family relationship these families have with the Dulan family, what kind of friendship they have with old Mr. Dulan, or what kind of agreements they have made, if they do not have the favor of the master, or are already rejected even now, then everything will be nothing more than nothing on the sand. The floating tower and the waves in the water have no meaning.
After all, the fate of a vassal family is in the hands of the master and not others. To destroy a vassal, the master does not need to move a finger, even if the master has not yet reached the top. It's just a slight warning now. The always kind master can't do anything too harsh, but it won't necessarily matter if someone dares to offend him...
The healer in the bedroom finally finished the glass of water and was sent out with the help of the male servants.
Tell Brick never to blame her, it's not her fault. David said specifically.
yes. Hebrews responded in a low voice, then knelt at David's feet, took the ruby cufflinks from the manservant, and put them on for him with his own hands.
Why do you suddenly think of doing this? David turned on the cufflinks himself, turned away from the full-length mirror, stood up, and stopped kneeling.
Hebrew stood up, and after the valet moved the full-length mirror, he immediately knelt down again: Mr. Crassus came to the dinner. Master, it was unreasonable for me to consider not sending an invitation to Mr. Crassus before. I didn't expect that he would really come. .
David's eyes dimmed obviously for a moment, but then he felt relieved: He couldn't hide away forever. Now that he's here, we'll meet him - I'll go pick him up.
yes. The chief chamberlain stood up.
When Hebrews passed the porch and was about to get in the car, David called his chief attendant's name, and then said, "We will go back to the university town tomorrow."
Yes, it's just Miss Helena...Hebrew asked subconsciously. He was actually worried that after returning to the university town, Helena would lose her temper when she saw the healers donated by her vassals, but the words came to her lips at the last moment. Instead, next Saturday will be the day of the Derwent family's banquet. According to the practice of previous years, even if Lord Griego does not come, Lord Mochi will secretly visit Miss Jasmine on that day. Master, you will always go. Attend this banquet and meet Lord Moqi. If I go back to the university town in the next few days, Miss Helena will probably clamor to come too.
Then let Philip go back with us. David smiled and said. I'm afraid Phillip will definitely complain about this. He has been having a great time recently, and he should be planning to stay for two more days.
……yes.
In addition, prepare a new place to live, but not too far from the school. David seemed to give this instruction casually.
Hebrew was stunned, but his heart felt like a huge wave, which was very exciting. He calmed down and was about to take a look at his master's face. Then he looked up and found that David had turned around and boarded the car.
The author has something to say: The grief of those who are asked to work overtime when leaving get off work is wider than the Milky Way...
