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Head: "Thank you for thinking of me as a friend, Holly. Thank you for listening to me, I feel better after I say it. Maybe I shouldn't bother you anymore, you look very bad. Hope you can sleep Good night, Holly."

He stood up, and Ferdinand kept smiling: "Good night, Andrew."

The other party left quickly, and after thinking for a while, Ferdinand felt that they had nothing to do with the issue of inheritance. Coupled with his excessive headache, Ferdinand soon fell into a sleep.

The next day, Joseph came to the castle with his luggage, and walked in for the second time under the critical eyes of the housekeeper, Mr. Brownler.The young farmer had changed into new clothes. He was tall and strong, and his short chestnut hair and light amber eyes made him look very lively.

George was finishing his breakfast, when he saw this familiar guest, he immediately called Mr. Brownler over, "Who is he?"

Mr. Brownler snorted disapprovingly: "It's the farmer who died of his sister!"

"Why is he here?" George asked.

"Mr. Hawley gave him some money and hired him as a servant." Mr. Brownle raised his eyebrows, "That gentleman's eyesight is really extraordinary! Such a rough man going in and out of the castle really hurts our dignity .”

"It's an interesting thing," George narrowed his eyes. "This kid looks really stupid. I don't think he can even find Holly in any room!"

Mr. Brownler snorted coldly, expressing his extreme disdain.But George raised the corner of his mouth: "Maybe I should help this young man." After speaking, he got up and walked down the stairs.

George, with a neatly trimmed beard, came to Joseph with arrogance, and Joseph, who was at a loss, nodded humbly after seeing the well-dressed gentleman: "Sir, can you tell me where Mr. Hawley's room is? It's just too big here."

George despised the bumpkin in his heart, but put on a friendly face: "Isn't this the poor gentleman? I hope God bless you and your sisters. Are you looking for Holly? Of course I know where he is, I It’s time to find him too!”

"Can you take me there, please?" Joseph asked.

"Of course, to be honest, I'm very happy to help you," George took out a note from his pocket, and looked at Joseph with a smile, "I hope your grief will change."

Seeing the banknote, Joseph froze for a moment, then shook his head: "Thank you for your kindness, but I cannot accept your money."

"I just wanted to express my condolences," George tried to squeeze into his hands. "We will see each other often in the future, and I hope to be friends with you, sir. I run a trading company in London, you know, and my I have friends all over the world, from dukes to workers, but I am also willing to be friends with ordinary farmers like you. I am not the kind of person with strong class concepts. So, you don’t have to be so afraid, this is just a stroke of luck for me A small greeting."

There was a sense of condescension in his smiling words, Joseph took two steps back and shook his head: "I am willing to be your friend, but if you treat me as a friend, you just need to take me to Mr. Hawley I really don't need your money."

George let out a slight snort from his nostrils, and he stuffed the money back into his pocket with a little embarrassment: "Okay, okay, I've always been reluctant to force others. But I suddenly remembered that there is still something to do, so I won't go to Hawley There." He sneered: "Good luck, young man!"

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When Joseph finally found Ferdinand's room, the drunken coachman Morris was chatting with the maid at the door. When he saw the young man carrying the package, Morris whistled: "Thank God, finally someone Take over! I agreed to be the coachman, I don't know anything else!"

"Hello, Mr. Morris." Joseph looked at the closed door. "May I go in?" he asked.

"Of course! Please go in, Mr. Hawley is waiting for you!" Morris moved his body to make way.

Joseph opened the door and walked in cautiously and hesitantly.Stepping on the soft carpet, beside the breakfast table, a dark-haired gentleman is buried in a book.

He looked paler than ever, and the weather had been sweltering lately, but the man was still wearing a long coat, as if his seasons were always a step behind others in reaching summer.His slender and elegant fingers tapped lightly on the oriental porcelain cup that was as pale as his skin. The cup was filled with dark black tea, which swayed slightly to make some ripples.

"Mr. Hawley," Joseph tried not to sound too abrupt, and he gently put down the package in his hand.

Ferdinand raised his head and looked at the punctual man in front of him with satisfaction. He stood up and asked, "Have you brought anything, Joseph?"

"Here it is, your servant gave it to me at the station at Princeton," said Joseph, "and I fed him a little chicken as you ordered, and the little one looks a little frightened."

"Then let Felicity out, I think she must be very angry." Ferdinand said to Joseph.

Joseph opened the package, and a black cat with fur like silk jumped out of it. It quickly fled under the sofa, watching the environment here vigilantly with a pair of green eyes.

"Shall I lift it out, Mr Hawley?" Joseph asked.

"No, let it go," Ferdinand waved his hand, and then said to Joseph, "please sit down, Joseph."

Joseph vaguely felt that Ferdinand was a little serious today. Was it because of the velvet coat?While Joseph was in a daze, Ferdinand asked him, "May I ask you, are you literate?"

The young farmer nodded: "Yes, I taught some in school when I was young, and I often learned bookkeeping from my father when I grew up."

"Great!" Ferdinand seemed to be happy from the bottom of his heart, "I almost went to find the Bible!"

"Bible?" Joseph looked at him suspiciously.

Ferdinand moved a piece of paper from the table in front of him, "This is my draft employment agreement, I think if you don't understand, I will read it to you, and I swear to the Bible that what I read is what I read." What I wrote. In fact, it’s not a big deal, it’s just a temporary one-month employment period, just help me find that damn goblin, I think you want to find him too, right?”

He seemed to be serious, and Joseph couldn't help laughing, "You are right, Mr. Hawley, but you don't have to swear, I believe you." After speaking, Joseph picked up the pen on the table and prepared to sign.

"Maybe you should spend some time reading it." Ferdinand raised his eyebrows and watched the other party sign his name without even reading a word. He coughed, "It's worth my hard work to get up early and write for a few hours. labor…"

"Okay, sir." Joseph returned the paper to Ferdinand and smiled at him.

"Hmm..." Ferdinand looked at the fairly standard font, "This is done!"

"Yes, sir," Joseph looked at him, "can you tell me what my first job is?"

The black-haired gentleman was leaning back in his chair weakly, his emerald eyes were looking at the ceiling, and his hands were crossed in front of him, which gave him a lazy and non-threatening look. He sighed and turned his eyes to the assistant in front of him. On the body: "So... how about going to visit the police gentlemen first?"

"Okay, sir." Joseph agreed without hesitation, it was an easy job, "When shall we leave?"

Ferdinand looked at him and was silent for a while, his emerald eyes seemed to get darker with his emotions, and he said to his assistant, "Before that, I want to give you some advice, Joseph."

"Go ahead, Mr. Hawley." Joseph looked at him.

"Trust no one," Ferdinand's deep voice echoed in the room, "especially in this castle."

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The dark carriage drove on the wet road like a shadow through the dense forest.

The black-haired man in the carriage stretched half his head out the window to breathe in the fresh air. The sultry weather made him feel even more uncomfortable. His face was so pale that he seemed to faint at any time. His jet-black hair was facing the wind, like the hair of a gorgeous crow. feather.

The young coachman tried his best to keep the carriage running smoothly, but these two dark horses with very different personalities always caused him trouble. This is really a technical job, and it was a mistake for Ferdinand to give him this task.Now he is trying to suppress his desire to vomit, looking forward to the arrival of the destination soon.

Fortunately, the young farmer was a quick-tempered man. The police station number was close in front of him. He tightened the reins, and the horse stopped in dissatisfaction. Just as the carriage stopped, the black-haired owner couldn't wait to open it. door, and jumped out staggeringly.

"Mr. Hawley!" Joseph quickly got down from his seat and said regretfully when he saw Ferdinand holding on to the street lamp, "Sorry, my driving skills are too bad!"

Ferdinand raised his hand to stop his endless apology, and grabbed the other's strong arm, "I need some water."

Joseph poured some water on the silk handkerchief to wipe Ferdinand's face. The man's pale complexion looked even more unhealthy after being wiped with cold water, but Ferdinand said that he was much better, and they walked to the police station one after the other.

"Who are you looking for?" asked the guard at the gate.

"Good morning, sir," Ferdinand said politely