Master and his butler Mr.

Hernandez flinched for a while, and finally heaved a sigh of relief when the two ladies left.

Where is Mr. Butler?He raised his head and looked around.

The Honeysuckle Palace was full of people, the gentlemen were all handsome, and the ladies were well dressed and handsome, looking harmonious and dignified, but they didn't know how many undercurrents were surging underneath.

Hernandez had no intention of watching this party anymore, he just wanted to find the only important person, and then leave here.

The man was thin and tall, with gentle features, and his short black hair showed a faint halo under the reflection of the crystal lamp. He stood there quietly at this time, with a normal expression, only occasionally showing some indifference and alienation, although Mr. Butler He didn't look at him, but Hiernandez somehow felt that he was still being watched. Sure enough, when he looked over, Mr. Housekeeper also turned to look at him, then smiled and waved at him.

found it!Hernandez rushed over excitedly, like a lost and aggrieved child finally seeing his family.

On the way, several ladies tried to strike up a conversation, but he politely rejected them all. The biggest advantage of these noble ladies is probably that they are proud enough and will not pester them wantonly.

"Let's go back." Hernandez tiptoed to the butler's ear and said.

"Good master." Mr. Butler replied flatly, but Hernandez always felt that his mood was getting better.

When he found the coachman at the door, Hernandez couldn't help thanking Luo for his foresight. He probably anticipated what Hernandez might encounter and made preparations in advance.

The coachman quickly harnessed the carriage, whipped his whip and left the palace that was still singing and dancing behind him.

"I don't think I'm suitable for life in the capital," Hernandez said seriously to Mr. Housekeeper, "I'm not very used to the pastimes of the ladies and gentlemen here, and I don't want to get used to them."

"Then do you wish to go back to Mountbatten?" Mr. Butler asked.

Hernandez was quiet for a while: "It's fine, as long as I can be with you."

He raised his head and looked at Mr. Steward, his heart beating like a drum, he didn't know how he could be so bold all of a sudden, maybe it was the smell of alcohol floating in the air in Honeysuckle Palace that made him a little drunk.

Before waiting for Mr. Steward's response, there was a sudden curse from outside the carriage.

"What's wrong?" Hernandez lifted the curtain angrily.

"A ghost that blocks the way, my lord." The coachman tugged on the reins in a state of shock.

On the dark road, a black figure huddled between two horses. The man suddenly raised his head, grabbed the shaft of the carriage with both hands, and begged: "My lord, please take me away, please."

With the dim light of the oil lamp on the side of the road, he could see the face of the caller clearly, and he couldn't help being taken aback.

It was that apprentice craftsman again.

A brief encounter between Hernandez and this person showed that he was not an honest and reliable person, but whether it was out of pure compassion or the fate of encountering so many times, Hernandez still let him He got into the carriage.

After the boy climbed into the carriage with difficulty, he shivered in the corner of the carriage, just crying without saying a word.

Hernandez got a headache from the boy's crying. He looked the boy up and down. The little apprentice was no longer wearing the dusty clothes, but a decent servant suit. Unfortunately, he didn't know the clothes. Whether it has been rolled in mud or on stones, it looks tattered.

Hernandez coughed lightly, "Where do you want to go?"

The boy looked up in a daze, and said vaguely while sobbing: "I follow your orders, sir, as long as I can get out of here."

Hernandez pouted, where did he leave here?Honeysuckle Palace?Seleu?Or the entire capital?But is it possible that he can throw this poor-looking guy back into the middle of the loop again?The next time this guy might not be so lucky not to be hit by a carriage.

Hernandez looked at Mr. Steward for help.

"What's your name?" asked Mr. Butler.

"Carter." The boy said in a low voice.

"Where do you live?" asked Mr. Butler.

The boy shook his head.

"What are you doing here? Who is chasing you?"

The boy hugged his knees and refused to say anything.

"Are you here to sell Master Aintree's works?" Hernandez asked impatiently.

The boy shook his head desperately, but still refused to speak.

"If you do this again, I'll hand you over to Master Aintree."

"No, please don't do that," the boy suddenly raised his head and said loudly, "Master doesn't know I'm here, please don't tell him."

"Did you run away by yourself?" Mr. Butler asked.

The boy finally couldn't help crying loudly, and then, Hernandez and Mr. Butler heard a very bloody story...

There was a moment of silence in the car.

"You said you were an undercover agent sent by a certain Viscount to Master Aintree?" Hernandez asked in a trance.

Carter nodded.

"Then...you fell in love with Master Aintree?" He looked at the handsome young man in front of him, and thought about the stubble on the master's face, and felt even more psychedelic.

Keep nodding.

"Master Aintree... treats you as a substitute?" These are all messed up romance novels.

nod.

"You don't want to hurt Master Aintree, and you are afraid of that nobleman, so you took the initiative to talk to us and want Master Aintree to expel you?" Hmm... I don't know how to evaluate it.

nod.

"And then? Why did you run away on your own initiative?"

"Master, Master has forgiven me," Carter blushed, "but I can't hurt Master, I can only leave by myself."

What kind of logic is this?

"Then what are you doing here?"

"Mr. Viscount has something about the master, and I want to come here and destroy it, lest the master suffer disaster." Carter said.

What kind of important handle is something that can be approached casually by a servant?Even a country bumpkin like Hernandez understands this truth.

"Then, did you succeed?"

The boy nodded, a little proud.

Well, this story sounds very touching, Hernandez curled his lips.

but……

Hernandez secretly observed Mr. Butler's expression. What would Mr. Butler think of the relationship between the two men?

Well, deadpan.Hernandez continued to curl his lips in disappointment.

"I personally think that you should tell Master Aintree honestly about these things. This is the most precious thing for your feelings." Mr. Steward suggested.

Hernandez pricked up his ears.

"I'm afraid." Carter lowered his head again, looking a little frustrated.

Me too, Hernandez whispered.

"Love should bring courage, not fear. If you feel fear, either you are not suitable, or there are some obstacles that cannot be overcome." Mr. Butler is always so calm.

No, you are not right. It is the first time Hernandez has firmly opposed Mr. Steward's point of view, although he only objected secretly in his heart.

Love is also humble. You will always worry that you will not be able to match the person you like, especially the person you have a crush on.

Carter burst into tears...well, maybe Mr. Steward is right for this one.