the culprit

Heken didn't return to the manor for several days in a row, and old Jack waited extremely anxiously.Every night he would confirm which room Cyril was in, and the result was not unexpected. The boy slept on the vampire's bed, and the vampire even changed the schedule for him.The secret is stuck in his heart. Old Jack always walks into the cook's room after feeding the horses and chopping firewood, pats his old friend who is always awake, and moves his hands excitedly.

He told his master about it as soon as he got home.

The middle-aged man’s health hasn’t improved much since his serious illness. On the one hand, he worried that he would die under Felix’s fangs one day, and on the other hand, he thought that if he died on the bed, it wouldn’t be terrible. After all, with the smell of powder and perfume, maybe someone will cover him with a handkerchief with floral fragrance after death.

But he can't get out of the control of the vampire, and he can't get out of the control of the family—once he leaves this manor completely, he really is nothing. Leaving aside his power and status, his ruthless elder brother will definitely not let him go He spends money like water, maybe in the end he won't be able to get a single penny.

The speculation many years ago was finally confirmed by his loyal servant, and he was not happy at all.If Felix really recognized that little Cyril as his master, then he would be worthless to the Muller family.He used to say those words to Felix in a fit of arrogance, but he suddenly understood his actual status and position after his serious illness. He was somewhat useful to Felix, but he was just a dispensable person to his brother. May be replaced by Cyril at any time.

Hucken locked himself in his room and thought all night. Before dawn, he put on his coat and went upstairs quietly. He walked around the door of Felix's room. The door was ajar, and the room was cold and dark. He squinted his eyes. Tried to see clearly, but still got nothing.

No sound.

However, Felix was already very quiet on the bed, and a person would probably pass out if he was sucked too much blood, so it was not surprising that he couldn't hear anything.

The man turned around in a hurry outside the door, turned his head to Cyril's room without giving up, pushed the door open, and a gust of cold air rushed towards him.Not to mention firewood in the fireplace, not even a lot of ashes.Heken knew that old Jack was responsible for loading firewood and shoveling ashes. The old mute was not a particularly diligent person, and the boy had been back for several days. If there was a real fire in the room, there would be no way there would only be so much ashes in the fireplace.

The only explanation left was that Cyril did indeed sleep in Felix's bed every night.

Not good.

He went down to the study to write a letter to his elder brother, but felt inappropriate just after the quill was dipped in ink.After thinking about it for a while, he finally gave up the idea of ​​writing a letter, and called old Jack at dawn, telling him to hire a carriage as soon as possible.

During breakfast, the uncle and nephew sat face to face as usual.Heken stared at the small half of his nephew's exposed wrist for a while, and finally realized that what he was wearing didn't seem to be specially tailored.

"Where did this dress come from?"

Hearing this, the young man looked up at his uncle.Heken is a person who knows how to enjoy himself. He spends the earl's money confidently, hires the best tailor, and naturally the cloth he buys is also the best.The clothes bought in the town were not as good as the tailor-made ones, the fabric was not soft, and the sleeves and plackets were not the right proportion.

"Bought in town."

"Where are your clothes?"

"I threw it on the way back when I came back."

Heken, who never cared about his nephew, was naturally aware of this for the first time. Cyril's personality became more and more strange as he grew older. Although he didn't know why he threw away his clothes, he was not surprised by what the child did. No matter how abnormal this child is, he thinks it is normal, but if one day the boy turns back to the cowardly crying boy, he will be really surprised.

"Where did you get the money to buy clothes?"

The person who took him to the town was Old Jack, but no matter how stupid Cyril was, he knew that the money could not belong to Old Jack.Hucken doesn't know anything about his clothes shopping, so the most likely thing is...

The name quickly came to his lips, ready to be pronounced, but the young man hesitated at this moment.

For no reason, he felt guilty.

The young man who answered fluently suddenly fell silent, and Heken keenly sensed something unusual in it.Now he was more and more convinced that something had happened between his nephew and Felix, seeing the new clothes on the young man, he suddenly felt furious.

Vicious teenager.

A lecherous vampire.

grim brother.

Stupid servant.

Everyone is hideous.

Heken's face darkened, and he drank two glasses of wine unknowingly.Before the breakfast was finished, Old Jack walked in. Hucken knew that the carriage was coming, he grabbed the napkin and wiped his mouth perfunctorily, before the boy finished eating the food on the plate, he forced the servant to take away the plate , involuntarily pulled up his nephew and walked to the door.

"What happened, Uncle Heken?" Cyril, who was interrupted from eating, didn't look angry, he just tried hard to break free from the man's hand, and his slightly embarrassed steps were unwilling.

After leaving the door, Heken carried him into the carriage without saying a word, and put the latch on the door.The boy trapped in the carriage stared at his uncle in disbelief, unable to figure out what he wanted to do, and asked several questions until the carriage pulled them slowly away from the manor, and Heken, who had been silent all this time, said that he would send him back .

"go back?"

"Didn't you always want to go home?"

Cyril was silent.

He really wanted to go back, but the result every time he went back made him embarrassed.

"I told you before what kind of monster Felix is. He forced you?" Hucken purposely said vaguely, his tone full of temptation.Seeing that the young man was still silent, he continued, "I wasn't here for a few days, if I found out, I wouldn't let him touch a finger of yours." He said hypocritically, trying to put on a look of righteous indignation, gritted his teeth and looked at the boy. Looking at the young man beside him, he didn't even notice the fact that he was shivering from the cold in thin clothes.

Cyril could tell that his uncle was not really angry, and to be honest, he couldn't guess the real reason why his uncle suddenly rushed him home.But whatever his purpose was, it didn't matter.The boy's purpose is very simple, let the people in the manor know, let his uncle know, and one day his father will know too.He was even prepared for a long wait, but he didn't expect his uncle to move so fast.

Well, at least it can save a lot of unnecessary suffering.

Every second spent in Felix's room was a horrible torture for him, and not only because it was dark and cold.Felix did not even allow him to leave the room, Doris brought breakfast and dinner, and Felix did not allow the servants to stay in the room until they came in to take away the empty trays after he had finished eating.

Probably everyone is guessing.

There are countless stories in everyone's heart.

The young man looked down at his hands on his knees. The habit of trimming his nails was developed very early, and everything started with an order from his uncle.

The carriage bumped on the snow-covered path, and the two wheels creaked slightly.The uncle and nephew in the car were silent for a long time, and finally it was Heken who broke the deadlock again.He asked his nephew Felix what he had done, and the teenager tightened his trouser legs, stammering that the vampire sucked his blood that night.

"anything else?"

Cyril looked up at his uncle.

The man's expression reminded him of those seniors who forced him to wear skirts. What was written in those eyes was not concern or worry, but excitement that made him uncomfortable all the time.Although he didn't know what his uncle was thinking at the moment, but when he thought about it carefully, it was probably the inexplicable and wretched imagination of the boys after they heard the rumors—the boys gathered together and described what happened in that office vividly and vividly. It was as if they had seen it with their own eyes.

He felt his stomach churn, but after a moment of hesitation he relayed the stories the boys had told his uncle.

He was very sure that the uncle who had heard the story was not angry, with a smile on his lips, as proud as a cat pounced on a bird hiding among the branches of a big tree.

He could guess why his uncle suddenly cared so much about him.But no matter what the uncle's purpose is, his appeal has always been pure and single.

It was already dark when we arrived at the earl's mansion.Knowing that his elder brother never wanted outsiders to know their relationship, Heken specially asked the driver to park the car in another block. He led his nephew through a street on foot, bypassed the imposing front door, and caught a servant at the back door. Enter.

Unfortunately, Earl Muller was receiving guests at this time, and Heken consciously led Cyril into a remote room to wait.The old butler handed over a pen and paper and said to write down the purpose of his visit so that he could explain it to the master.Hearing this, Heken raised his eyebrows and was about to get angry, but the short butler stood aside without changing his face, as if he really wanted to wait until Heken finished writing his message before leaving.The two confronted each other silently for a while, and finally Heken was defeated.He resentfully wrote a few scribbled words and handed them to the housekeeper. The old man folded the note in half several times, and asked them to rest and wait here in a polite tone.Seeing that his domineering uncle came to the Earl's Mansion, the young man knew how to restrain himself, bit his lips and smiled secretly, but soon he thought of himself again, and the smile on his lips disappeared.

During the waiting time, there was neither tea nor other entertainment. After a bumpy day, Heken was tired and hungry, and his face, which was not very rosy, was pale as snow.He got up and paced back and forth in the room twice, and finally couldn't help but went to the door and grabbed a servant, and arrogantly ordered some snacks and tea.The servant came here only four years ago, he didn't know Heken, and he had never met Cyril. Seeing the middle-aged man with a sick face in front of him, he had an arrogant attitude. Although he was quite critical, he didn't dare to neglect him. He responded respectfully, and saw the old housekeeper walking towards him without saying a word.

The old man walked into the room, put the cloak in his hand on the young man, and handed a bag of money to Heken.

"I have already explained the purpose of the two of you to the Earl, but he is very busy tonight and can't spare time to see the guests. Why don't you go back first."

"what?"

After listening to the butler's words, the first one to jump up was Heken who was holding the money bag.

"Where's the note I wrote? Did you give it to him? Did he read it?" He rushed to the butler and grabbed the hem of his shirt, bowing his head and shouting eagerly.

"The count has read it, and I handed him the note myself."

"Did he really read it? Did he read it and didn't say anything?" Heken asked as he pulled the stunned young man beside him and pushed him towards the old man, "Did he understand what I wrote? This time But about his son!"

The butler was dizzy from being shaken by Heken, and the servant outside the door rushed in to rescue him from Heken.Trembling, he stretched out his hand to help the monocle that was about to fall out. The old man coughed tiredly twice, looked at Heken, and at Cyril who hadn't said a word, and finally said cruelly: "My lord Let me tell you two, don't bother him with such insignificant things in the future."

"No, it doesn't matter? How is this an insignificant matter? Has he really read the note? I wrote it so clearly!" Heken grabbed the butler relentlessly, oblivious to the fact that he had just grabbed it. The young man had quietly broken free from the shackles, tightened his cloak and walked out of the house.