Trandon's eyes swept across Hilda and the few children behind her, not knowing what he was thinking.

Although the room was brightly lit, it exuded a depressing atmosphere, which was more terrifying than the manor in the dark.

"Ano, don't do this. We can't chat well if you do this." Su Mo turned his head and said to the other side of the door.

"Don't you need help?" Arnold said with a frown. He appeared here to respond to Benson's order to help Master Trandon interrogate the people who appeared in the manor together.

Arnold doesn't know any interrogation technology, but as a demon coming out of hell, he knows how to use his terrible aura to shock the prey and let them dedicate their lives obediently.

"No, I don't care, but your murderous aura is released without discrimination... My young master is also affected." Su Mo said.

Arnold stood by the door, and his boundless murderous intent was like a terrifying beast.

He was not targeting anyone, but included everyone here - everyone doing it, except Su Mo, is garbage!

In other words, except Su Mo, everyone was shocked by Arnold's breath and could not speak. That's a big deal!

"Then I'll leave." Arnold nodded, opened the door and walked out.

Trandon's straight back relaxed a little, with a little more subtle curve, and looked at Hilda and asked, "Who sent you?"

"Who are you?" Hilda asked without answering.

Trandon raised his eyebrows and laughed: "You don't even know who I am. You dare to appear in my manor, and you are quite brave."

"What is your manor? This is not Wabus... Wait, you are the missing young master of the Wabus family!" Hilda suddenly widened her eyes and looked at Trandon.

What happened to the Warbus family had been circulating throughout the Thorn City, and naturally Hilda could not have known it.

But, isn’t it rumored that the young master is dead? When did he appear again, could he not disappear at all?

I originally thought that the people in front of me were "invaders" like me, but now that I learned that they were the real owner of the house, Hilda immediately lost the momentum of asking back.

"Young master, I think these people should not be sent by someone." Su Mo said at the right time.

"Why?" Trandon asked with a frown.

"It's very simple. These people are so stupid that they don't pose any threat to you. I think those enemies hiding in the dark should not be so stupid. Send these people to do what they want to do."

"Besides, no one else knows the news that we came to the imperial capital..."

Along the way, Su Mo and others rushed forward and did not reveal their identities at all. This world is not the world where Su Mo's information was so fast that it was spreading. The young master of the Wobs family sounds very famous, but who knows what he looks like?

"Looking at their dressing, I'm pretty sure they just want to play ghosts or something, scare me away."

"If I guess correctly, these people are just a group of idiots who are brave and want to live in this haunted manor for the time being." Su Mo said with a smile.

Hilda blinked twice to cover up the surprise in her heart.

The butler in front of him had no mistake at all. They were indeed a group of brave people who wanted to live in this haunted manor for the time being - no, they were not idiots.

Only the previous part of this person's words is correct.

"So that's the case. Since that's the case, then kill it." Trandon waved his hand and said extremely cruel words that were definitely not in line with his face and age.

As early as that time on the island, Trandon lost his kindness and compassion.

Hearing Trandon's words, Hilda's eyes widened again, with an incredible look of shock. She never expected that this young master, who was praised by many people and felt a little sympathy, would say such cold and ruthless words lightly in various circles of the imperial capital.

That kind of indifference attitude that doesn't take human life seriously.

To be honest, Hilda has been in the imperial capital for so long, even those who pull out a knife at any time can look like a special black-gang group because of a bowl of porridge. These people will not use such an indifferent attitude to determine the life and death of several people.

"Mom, it turns out that the nobles are the real black men. Those bosses are all bullshit!" There was a little confusion in his head, and Hilda's thoughts at this moment went straight away to 100,000 miles away.

"Young master, we will be harmonious. Why can't we be more sunny in life? Can't spread laughter and love? How disorienting those who fight and kill all day long are so disharmonious." Su Mo said that a good person like him cannot accept Trandon's decision.

Trandon looked at Su Mo and said, "You... the devil actually told me these things?" When he said the word "devil", Trandon lowered his voice and only let Su Mo hear it.

"But it doesn't matter." Just when Hilda thought that Tranton would scold her butler who was acting in disguise, Tranton said the wind, "What do you plan to do? I won't disagree if I am satisfied."

"My thought is, Master, let them stay--you can cook and clean?" Su Mo asked.

"meeting."

Hilda and the children behind her nodded repeatedly.

As an orphan who survived by self-reliance, such things are naturally easy to use, but they may not be delicious and may not be cleaned.

"That's good, stay here and be servants of the Wabs family... In the future, you will be a member of the Wabs family, and die as a ghost of the Wabs family. Treat the Wabs family as your own life. The honor of the family and the young master is higher than everything, higher than your life. When the reputation of the young master and the family is shamed, you will use your blood to make the Wabs family shine again with its dazzling light. Can you do it?" Su Mo said.

Trandong's mouth twitched. In the long passage just now, this guy didn't do anything, and now he actually asked others to do this.

You can't be so shameless even if you are a demon!

Hilda's trembling hands were tightly pinched together and placed them behind her back. She didn't say anything for a long time.

The eldest sister didn't say anything, so the remaining children naturally kept quiet very cleverly.

After a while, Hilda said, "Why are it us?"

The Wobus family is a marquis family. In the entire empire, the noble family second only to the royal family and the duke. Once the intention of recruiting servants and servants is revealed, countless people will definitely flock to them.

Hilda believes that even some families with no worries about food and clothing will be willing to send their children over.

Although the Wabus family is in turmoil now, the only heir comes back, and the Marquis family represents the group of people in the upper class of the empire, representing wealth and power.

Hilda couldn't understand why the butler in front of him suddenly asked them to be the servants of the Warbus family.

It sounds like a sell-body, but Hilda understands that it is equivalent to opening up a bright road for them.

"Why?"

Su Mo laughed and walked over. The sound of the hard shoes stepping on the floor was quite obvious in the quiet night, as if stepping on Hilda's heart.

With Su Mo's footsteps, Hilda felt her heartbeat faster, and her hands behind her trembled even more violently - the frequency was faster, but the amplitude became smaller.

He bent down and stared at Hilda's face. Just as Hilda's breathing became more and more rapid, Su Mo finally spoke: "Of course it's because you look good."

"Ah?" Trandon over there made a puzzled voice.

"Young Master, look." Su Mo stretched out a finger and raised Hilda's chin, so that her face no longer was shrouded in shadow.

Trandon walked over with interest, looked at it, and nodded: "It's really good."

Hilda, who is already nineteen years old this year, looks a little thin due to long-term lack of food and clothing, but her face is still very beautiful. She ignores her messy hair and wipes the powder from her face. She can indeed be called a beauty.

This is true even from the strict eyes of the Trandon nobles.

"That's right, young master, now is an era of looking at faces. Why do you treat me so much better than that stupid child in that ghost place-" Su Mo said.

"Ahem!" Trandong coughed twice, interrupted Su Mo's words, and glared at him fiercely.

This demon is right. Life on the island is a humiliation for a noble like him. But... he said with a conscience that he was doing very well, with food, clothing and bed. If it were Benson and the others would have been overjoyed.

This is not because of Trandon's identity, but because he has a beautiful face.

"Arnold and the others have already lowered the family's appearance. We alone cannot save these teammates..." Su Mo's tone was faint, full of loneliness with one god and four devastating one's devil.

He believed that Trandon would understand this loneliness too.

"That's right." Sure enough, Trandon understood, and saw him nodding and looking at Hilda. "You have heard what we said. If you don't want to die, go to the room on the first floor to have a sleep. When tomorrow, I will arrange for people to train you."

Although Hilda didn't believe the strange reason, she knew what choice was the most correct at this time. She took a few half-year-old children to bow and left in a hurry.

Trandon was not worried that they would escape, and there were three demons living in the house - among which the seven sins were divided into seven, staying in each dark corner, like a poisonous snake.
Chapter completed!