[Black Butler] Ate that spider

Torrance wakes up early in the morning to get ready, saying it's ready, but actually wandering around the house, returning to the bedroom every few minutes to take a look at Ye Qingzhou, as if this can make him wake up faster.

But this method didn't seem to work. When the three brothers came to announce that there was a visitor, Ye Qingzhou was still asleep.Torrance took one last look at him, saying goodbye, but also letting himself give up, as if cutting off his own escape route, cutting off the humble luck and reliance in his heart, and he walked out without looking back.

Luca is waiting outside.

"Have the carpets and decorations been changed?" He didn't even look at Luca, and was going to go downstairs, adjusting his facial expressions so that he could smile in front of the annoying Uncle Andrew.This is not an easy task, just like eating in the toilet and showing a satisfied expression, you can barely do it by suppressing the nausea in your heart.

"Ah...the carpet?" Luca asked in surprise.

Torrance paused at her indomitable pace, turned around and said: "Yes, the carpet, I asked you to clean up the house yesterday, including changing the carpet and decorating, it's best to make it look like the old man was alive, didn't you hear? "

"No..." Luca replied weakly, and then stepped back five steps very presciently, making it impossible for Torrance to kick him.This is a very simple mathematical calculation problem. Luca is now two meters away from him. With Torrance's height, he can't reach Luca even if he lies on the ground.If he wanted to kick Luka successfully, he had to take a few steps forward. According to experience, as long as he moved, Luka would run away, and he would run faster than him. . .

Torrance, who understood the tragic truth (actually practiced it), glared at him, saw Luca's body trembling, and asked as if to pull back the game: "What about the room that was destroyed yesterday? That you Are you tidying up?"

"Well, I packed that one."

Torrance took a deep look at him, expressing deep doubts about this matter, and glanced over there, only to see a yellow ribbon that is often used to seal off murder scenes hanging at the entrance of the corridor, crossing left and right, blocking the entrance up.

"That's what you call getting it done!" Torrance looked back to see Luca start to run away.

Luca ran in front, and Torrance chased after him. At the beginning, the distance between the two was three meters. . .five meters. . .ten meters. . .Seeing Luca getting farther and farther away from him, Torrance almost exploded with anger.

"Stop for me!"

"Woooo...don't!" Luka cried while running, and there is no need to go into details about how many utensils were accidentally knocked over while running.

Seeing the fragments of porcelain on the floor, Torrance stopped in her tracks, suppressed her anger forcibly, and smiled kindly at Luca, "Don't run away, I don't blame you..."

Luka hid behind the corner, showing one eye, and took a careful look, "Really?"

"real!"

"Well... I believe you." Then he walked out, approached Torrance a little bit, carefully looked at Torrance's face every step of the way, and was relieved when he saw the familiar gentle expression.

As soon as he walked in front of Torrance, he was grabbed and kicked severely.

"Are you an idiot? What's the matter with sealing up the entire corridor!" Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened his mouth to scold, Luka began to cry, and complained while crying: "You said you didn't blame me..."

"I'm sorry I lied to you." He replied without guilt, and as soon as the words fell, Luka cried even more sadly.

Torrance tugged at his collar and frowned, remembering. . .The previous Hannah was not so crying, and certainly not so annoying.Before I could figure out why, I only heard the door knocking.He made a cut and let go of his hand. Although the well-prepared warm welcome and the deliberately identical house were messed up by this idiot, even in such adversity, he believed that he had the ability to (cross out) fool (strike out) in the past.

"Clean up here." After finishing speaking, he turned around and took two steps, and suddenly turned around, and saw Luka take out two yellow tapes to seal off the scene, ah bah, it's the corridor, press the cross on the forehead, he Added, "Just hide the fragments and don't do anything else!"

"No... don't you need it?" What's with your slightly disappointed tone!Watching Luca stuff back the paint under her skirt made Torrance think she had finally gotten smarter.

"You, don't do anything! This is the best!" After finishing speaking, he trotted to open the door, knowing that among the people who came today, there is a priest who cannot be offended no matter what.And that viscount, if such an adult doubts his identity, even Claude will find it difficult to do it, right?

After tidying up his emotions, he opened the door with graceful steps, with a friendly smile on his face that made him feel sick, but he froze within a second.

In front of him, Uncle Andrew had the same ingratiating smile on his face, looked at him obsequiously, and hugged him eagerly when he saw him checking the door, like hugging his long-lost son, his voice turned seven At eight turns, he called affectionately and soul-stirringly: "You can't imagine how much Uncle misses you, my dear Alois." After hugging him, he put his face on his face and rubbed him affectionately rub.

The priest behind him smiled awkwardly and nodded to Alois.

Feel. . .It's as if everything is reversed. . .

Walking in front of everyone, Andrew followed him step by step, respectful like the two servants behind him.The priest walked leisurely aside, exclaiming in amazement at the decorated utensils from time to time.

Bypassing the two messy corridors, he led the guests to the restaurant, and the three of them sat down separately, and no one spoke for a while.

Torrance looked at Andrew's haggard and pale face, and frowned. Originally, the role he was going to play today was a fragile child indulging in his father's love, but when he saw Andrew and the priest beseeching more than examining, he suddenly felt that It is better to stand still.

The three sat at the dining table, no one spoke, and no waiter brought hot tea. This was a very rude thing, but neither Andrew nor the priest had any objections.After a while, Andrew couldn't help but said, "Alois, can I call you that? You know, I don't have a son. You are my brother's son, almost my son."

"Of course, I like Uncle Andrew very, very much."

"Haha, that's good. That's good..." He said haha, a few drops of sweat dripped down his forehead, and his buttocks moved a few times on the chair, as if he was very uncomfortable.

"I'll just say it straight," the priest interjected. "After all, I'm an old friend of Andrew's too. I can't watch my friend live a decent life and live on the streets in his old age. I want to ask you, Toland Marquis Xi, let go of the goods you seized at the pier."

goods?Torrance wanted to ask this question, but when he saw Andrew's tense expression, his heart sank, and he turned his mouth to swallow the question, pretending to be contemplative with a sullen face, and waited for Andrew to say more.

"Alois, that's my last cargo. You don't know, my cargo ship has suffered heavy losses in the past six months. I can only pay back the money I owe to all shareholders with this cargo. The bond's term is Next week, if I can't pay the money before next week, my house, fields, and property will all be auctioned off. In that case, I, a 60-year-old man, can only live on the street and fight wild dogs for food It's gone!" Speaking of the emotional part, two lines of tears flowed down the wrinkled old face, which seemed a little pitiful.

It's a little more pitiful than when he frantically picked up the land deeds he dropped on the ground.

Hiding the feeling of schadenfreude in his heart, he grabbed Andrew's hand with sympathy, and said, "Why do I have the heart to see you as my father living on the street and being eaten by wild dogs?" He repeated viciously Again, he continued, "Of course I will."

Hearing his answer, Andrew shook his body, squeezed his hand hard, and stuffed a box into his hand, "Thank you for your generosity! My dear nephew, and at the same time the noblest Torrance Marquis! Your noble talents are worthy of such a treasure! Take it, I present it to you, Marquis of Torrance."

When the box is opened, there is a jewel-encrusted crown, which represents supreme authority.

"Indeed, you agreed to our unreasonable request without the slightest hesitation, Mr. Torrance, allow me to call you that, you are the most magnanimous person I have ever met, no one—because Andrew once slandered you like that." Father He also said with a smile of approval.

For a moment, the praise of the two surrounded Torrance like air, and even made him wonder if he was really a person who was noble enough to go to heaven.

How can it be?He is but one. . .

He had almost forgotten the dirty pronunciation, in such approbation.

After discussing the matter, Andrew and the priest left. He played with the crown in his hand and sat on the second floor to watch the guest's carriage leave. There was a mirror opposite him. He put on the crown, looked at himself in the mirror, and said, "Hey, You are noble!" Taking off the crown, he continued, "Well, you are not noble at all."

The blond boy in the mirror hasn't changed much with a crown.So what do those people rely on to distinguish the nobility of people?

He didn't know, he threw the crown aside, thinking of Andrew who had always treated him coldly in his previous life, such a proud nobleman and this poor and humble guy who could only bow his knees in front of him like a mangy dog ​​begging for food. person?

is a person.

Claude just messed up his business, sank his cargo ship, seized his goods, bent the waist of this noble aristocrat, and surrendered to himself from the bottom of his heart.

What is nobility?What is humble?It's just the amount of power a man possesses. When he can threaten himself, he looks like an invincible aristocrat. When he has to live on his own breath, he immediately becomes humbler than the poorest beggar in London.

Nobility is but such a superficial thing.

The more he thought about it, the more bored Torrance threw the crown downstairs, sneering, he didn't need that kind of thing.

He was who he was, Torrance, and never wanted to be 'noble'.

He just needs to be as humble as possible.