Dancing is not allowed on the grave

Thinking of what Melotti said earlier, Searle realized that Mr. Steward might have felt that his previous behavior had gone beyond the mark.

To be honest, having such a powerful butler, Syl thought it was unreasonable even thinking about it.

He must be more than a trainee mage who can hang and beat the priest of the Holy See of Holy Light.

If he traveled to an RPG game world, then Lancelot could be said to be a bug.

Syl thought for a while and asked, "I don't understand, why do you stay here as a housekeeper? There is obviously nothing to take care of here?"

Lancelot was silent, and said: "A long time ago, when I just woke up, before I recovered my memory and abilities, I made a contract with the owner here."

"and after?"

"Later...he went crazy." Lancelot applied herbal medicine to Searle's calf, as if stating something that had nothing to do with him.

"crazy?"

"Yes, he..." Lancelot was still talking, but it seemed that the sound was muted in Searle's ears, and he couldn't hear anything.

Searle wanted to roughly judge what Lancelot said from the shape of his mouth, but felt dizzy for a while. He shook his head, "Mr. Steward, I can't hear you, I don't know why."

Lancelot frowned and stopped talking.

After a while, he said softly, "I signed a contract with him, some things can only be discovered by you, and I can't help you."

"You've helped me a lot," Syl said softly.

The priests of the Holy See of Light were repelled, but the crisis is not over yet.

When they left, they said they would go back and tell the Pope that they might make a comeback at any time, and the fortification of the cemetery was imminent.

Syl studied the Necronomicon and found that the nuts recorded above could be used as a wall after mutation, so he and Lancelot left the cemetery to purchase seeds in the town of Karami.

But when they arrived in the town, they found that the whole street was dead silent, every house was closed tightly, and pedestrians could hardly be seen.

"What's the matter?" Syl finally stopped a townsman who was in a hurry, "Why is there no one on the street?"

"Aren't you from here? At this time of the month, the mayor has to go door-to-door to check, and everyone has to stay at home. If you are found running around outside, it will be miserable."

"……what to check for?"

"Check how many people there are in each family, and pay taxes by the head, if you can't pay..." The man seemed to want to say something, but he looked around and didn't dare to say anything, so he left in a hurry, "Anyway, you came at a bad time , hurry up and go."

"People who can't afford it will be arrested and do coolies." Lancelot said.

Not only that, if there are beautiful boys and girls in the family, even if they pay taxes, they are likely to be forcibly taken away by Metz.

"What a beast." Syl frowned.

At this moment, the familiar sound of horseshoes came from a distance, and two horses with shiny black manes drove the ornately decorated carriage through the dust and crossed the intersection at the end of the street.

"Is that Mace? Where is he going?" Searle quickly made a decision, "Follow and have a look."

The carriage stopped at the door of a family.

It seemed to be a poor family, the doors and windows were dilapidated, and two attendants in black easily kicked open the door and walked in.

Then it was Mace who slowly got down from the carriage. He was wearing an expensive dress, with a brass badge engraved with a scepter on his chest, which was polished to a shine.

When he entered the door, he accidentally rubbed sawdust on the rotten wooden door, Mace immediately frowned, and took out a handkerchief to wipe it.

"You... Didn't you just come here? Why are you back again?" The voice of the woman who greeted her was full of fear.

"We received a report, is there a child hidden in your home?"

"No, no...we didn't..." The woman's face faded, she kept shaking her head and stepped back, with her hands in a blocking gesture, as if she wanted to protect something.

Mace frowned impatiently, "What nonsense are you talking to such a poor man, search."

"Yes, Lord Baron." The woman tried to stop her, but was kicked away by the entourage and fell to the door.

After a while, the cry of a baby came from inside the door.

"Please!" the woman cried, grabbing Mace's trousers, "We really can't afford it!"

Mace frowned in disgust, one of the attendants immediately stepped forward to drag her away, and the other came out holding the baby.

"Give it to me." Mace held out his hand.

The attendant respectfully handed over the baby's swaddling clothes.

"Can't afford it?" He scratched the baby's skin with his fingertips, "Since you are in such a difficult situation, I will help you."

There was hope in the woman's eyes.

But the next moment, there was a scene that made her shudder—Mace lifted the swaddling baby up high.

"Let him go to hell." He let go.

The woman wanted to save her child, but was held tightly by two attendants, and she only let out a hoarse, trapped animal cry from her throat.

There was a muffled "boom".

Syl jumped half a meter away with the baby in her arms.

His back was on the ground, and the child in his arms was unharmed, but was frightened, and the crying became louder and louder.

Mace didn't see who was on the ground. He only knew that someone rescued the baby from his hands. He raised his leg and was about to kick it, but found that his leg couldn't move. The blood there seemed to be frozen.

He lowered his head and saw a layer of dark blue frost spreading upward from the soles of his feet.

The two attendants let go of the woman and planned to go up to help, but at the same time, their eyes went dark and they fell back.

The woman raised her head, and saw a handsome man in a black tuxedo bent over and stretched out his hand to her, his movements were gentle and gentlemanly.

"Thank you, thank you." She was helped up, and she thanked him stammeringly, seeing the other party raised her index finger and made a "shh" gesture to herself.

At this time, everyone in the town was locked at home and did not dare to come out. There was only the woman and the baby in the swaddle around.

"My master is taking them away," said Lancelot in harmony. "You see nothing, do you?"

Syl handed the baby back to the woman, she was stunned for a moment before she realized it, and nodded hurriedly, "I, I didn't see anything."

After finishing speaking, he stumbled and turned back to the house and closed the door.

Searle jumped onto Baron Mace's carriage, pulled three sacks for gold coins down, and quickly put them on their heads, tied them in a knot, and dragged them back to the carriage—with their faces on the ground. .

The driver of the carriage was the butler of Baron Mace's mansion. He glanced at the ice sword on his neck and asked tremblingly, "What do you want? Money?"

"Only, as long as you let the baron go, everything is easy to talk about."

"Money?" Syl bent down and picked up a gold coin on the carriage, "Isn't there a lot here?"

He flicked his thumb and middle finger, and the gold coin made a crisp sound, "How many houses did you go to?"

"Only the ten households on this street, just received the other end, and they turned back when they heard that this household had hidden a child."

Syl lowered his eyes and glanced. The sacks in the carriage contained at least thousands of gold coins. If there were really ten families, each of them would have collected a tax of one hundred gold coins on average.

That's a month's living expenses for an ordinary family.

The housekeeper took out a pen and a small notebook from his pocket, "It's all written down here, if you don't believe me, you can read it, there are really only ten households."

Syl took a look, and it was indeed so.

He frowned, "Do you remember which family these belong to?"

"Of course I remember." The butler said, "I remember all the families and families in this town clearly. Lord Baron brought me along to make sure that none of their families will be missed."

Searle: "...you're quite proud."

He picked up two bags of gold coins and jumped out of the car, "Help me put these back at the door of those people."

"Huh?" The butler looked at him in disbelief.

Syl thought that his words had no deterrent effect, and added with a fierce expression, "Hurry up, if you delay, I will beat you up."

In the end, under the supervision of Lancelot's cold eyes, the butler followed Searle and returned the money bags to the door from door to door.

When the two returned to the carriage, Searle saw that there seemed to be a booklet in his pocket, "What is that? It's for accounting again?"

"Oh, this is not." The butler took out the booklet, "This is the butler's rules."

He glanced at Lancelot and asked hesitantly, "Is he your butler?"

He hesitated because, although Lancelot was also wearing a black tuxedo, he didn't look like a follower at all.

Searle nodded.

The butler's gaze towards Lancelot was immediately filled with sympathy from his peers.

Out of curiosity, on the way back to the cemetery, Searle borrowed the butler's guidelines to take a look.

"The first rule of stewardship is to obey the master's will and respect all the master's decisions..."

"The second rule of stewardship is to always put the owner's interests first..."

"Article [-] of the housekeeping rules, protect the privacy and life safety of the owner..."

After reading this, Seale stopped to praise, "Mr. Lancelot, you are very competent."

Lancelot was driving the carriage, only smiled and said nothing.

Searle went on to read, "The fourth rule of the stewardship rule is that it is forbidden to have feelings for the master other than master and servant..."

Lancelot: "No, I'm not competent."

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