"Everyone get out of the way."
The old voice sounded.
At night in River Valley Town, an old man drove a carriage and shouted energetically.
The crowd was divided.
All the owners who recognize this voice know who this old guy wielding a black whip is.
He is not an old coachman, he is the old butler of the Baron family.
Zhao Qian stood there and watched as the old guy in black tugged at the horse bolt in his hand and stopped in front of the two of them.
"Get in the car, Master Glenn, Miss Grace."
The old housekeeper said.
Under the light of the brazier, his wrinkled old face glanced around at the night watchmen who were looking up at him.
These are just security personnel to maintain the town, but they are incomparable to the army in the hands of a real baron.
No answer.
The Baron was able to send people out in such a short period of time, so someone had obviously tipped off the information.
Zhao Qian stood up and sat in the dark carriage behind the old housekeeper.
Grace behind him was pulled by the old man, and she lowered her head and got in.
The little door was closed. dark.
Zhao Qian looked at the layout of the surrounding carriages.
If there wasn't a curtain that could be opened, it would look more like a closed cage.
In this darkness where one couldn't even see his fingers, the light came on when the old man reached out and handed in a light.
Sitting in his seat, Zhao Qian did not move.
Looking at Grace next to her, she hung the light from unknown source in the middle of the carriage.
Then he sat down opposite him again.
Silence, speechlessness.
The carriage outside gradually turned around, and the road began to bump.
The hanging curtain on the side is printed with inexplicable flickering light from time to time, which looks more like the candlelight in front of the Hehe Town store.
"Thanks."
I don’t know how long it took, but the woman opposite whispered, as if she was talking to herself.
The car stopped.
Grace stretched out her hands out of habit, as if she wanted to lift the long skirt that she was not wearing.
He paused and put it down again.
The movements were very subtle, but they couldn't hide the fact that she was well-educated compared to the group of night watchmen outside.
Every word and action has its own manifestation.
Open the door and get off the carriage.
It was bright outside.
Zhao Qian watched and followed.
What caught his eye was a large building made of stone and wood, although it was not comparable to the Hogwarts castles he had seen in the Harry Potter world.
But it is much better than some of the residences of nobles in the world of Van Helsing and the world of Pirates of the Caribbean.
Most importantly, it is an estate.
After a few more glances, he was taken to wash up by the maid arranged by the housekeeper.
Although Zhao Qian was a little unfamiliar with these procedures, they were somewhat similar to what Pirates of the Caribbean himself experienced.
But in the eyes of those who are interested, these behaviors are more like the best evidence that his status as Glenn was once in a noble family.
After all, in this era.
Noble etiquette cannot be learned just by wanting to learn it.
To put it bluntly, those who are rich suddenly become rich.
Even if you are rich and find a real aristocratic etiquette teacher, they may not teach you.
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For dinner, light the table with candles.
The maids came and went busily changing the plates.
Zhao Qian stretched out his hand, and the maid behind him who was dedicated to serving him familiarly handed him a handful of silver tableware that had never been used before.
Put it on an empty plate and didn't use it.
He looked at Grace who was eating slowly on the table.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that a woman who had been hungry for a day and a half could eat food so elegantly.
As if she wasn't hungry.
However, her slightly trembling arms still betrayed this woman's heart and her desire for food.
In other words, she cherished everything she lost in just two days.
But the owner of this place, the so-called Baron of River Valley Town, has never shown up.
Zhao Qian no longer had such an appetite when he ate the whitebait, a specialty of the river outside Hehe Town, on his plate.
The food was quickly ended by the man and woman subconsciously speeding up their meal.
Zhao Qian did not speak, and maintained his unique style of silence when entering this place.
Until the maid lit a candle and led him the way, and he closed the bedroom door. dividing line "As you can see, the last person is here."
In a certain tavern room in Riverdale Town, four people gathered around a log table and listened to the words of the man by the window.
"Well, then, Old K's previous plan is cancelled."
A bald man wearing a fur turban said, causing another guy wearing a hat to frown.
It was a peaked cap with the significance of the times.
"His plan, haha."
Another sinister white face responded, but the tone of this person's words was more like sarcasm.
"Do you really think that Baron Winchester didn't notice us?"
As if to respond to this group of people, the woman at the end of the table pursed her sexy red lips and said Qili.
"On the day I helped the so-called Grace disappear, I quietly killed 6 guards."
The woman lowered her head and looked at the bright red fingernails on her hands.
"But after Grace disappeared, this baron who said he loved his daughter as much as her life didn't care at all about it.
So, I doubt it."
"Someone else's" The bald man said, his eyes flickering as if he had a true answer.
"Or, that's not true."
That insidious voice sounded again.
The discussion seemed to fall into silence again.
"Okay, that's it."
The person who spoke first glanced at the guys sitting at this table with ulterior motives.
They just had the same interests now.
"Rose, please contact the last traveler, and we will kill that thing on the Lonely Mountain as soon as possible.
After that, everyone will get what they need
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