"Master, you are back. Go and have a rest."

Old Anderson took Mike with him to greet Karen, but without any unnecessary greetings, he stepped aside so that Karen could go straight upstairs.

Karen smiled at old Anderson and walked up the stairs.

Pu'er rode Kevin in and said to old Anderson:

"Take down the several packages in the car, but don't touch the sword box."

"yes."

Old Anderson and Mike bowed together to salute Pu'er, which was more solemn and formal than the previous salute to Karen.

Pu'er glanced at Karen who had already walked upstairs, and said to old Anderson:

"You little thing, you really have devoted all your talents to being a human being."

"This is what your old man taught you."

"Peace your mind and train your successor."

"Yes, I understand, please rest assured."

"Call me old again and I'll scratch you to death."

"yes……"

"Prepare supper for us and bring it up. Okay, silly dog, let's go!"

"Woof!"

Old Anderson and Mike straightened up together. The father and son looked at each other and both showed wry smiles.

At this time, Borg came in carrying Judiya, who was seriously injured.

"Have you been beaten by the young master again?" Mike asked.

Borg replied: "Judah provoked the young master and even scratched the paint of the young master's car."

Mike immediately asked with concern: "Is the injury serious?"

Old Anderson said calmly: "Don't worry, the young master is sensible."

After saying that, Old Anderson turned around and went back to his room to rest.

Michael picked up Judah and went to find his wife to heal her.

Boger rubbed his wrist, smiled, and then went to the kitchen to prepare some midnight snacks.

Karen arrived at the door of Eunice's room first. When the two waitresses at the door saw Karen coming, they immediately stood up from their chairs and saluted.

Eunice was lethargic, and it was difficult to maintain a good schedule. Sometimes when she woke up at night, the waiter would immediately go to the kitchen to order the food to be prepared. During the days when Karen was not in the manor, in fact, the most valued person in the manor was Eunice.

Silk.

"Are you sleeping?" Karen asked.

"Yes, the lady hasn't woken up yet."

"Well, I'm here to tell you not to wake her up, do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

After giving the instructions, Karen walked up to the third floor and entered his own master bedroom of the patriarch. He took a shower first and then sat in the spacious bathtub to get rid of the slight fatigue caused by the long drive.

When he came out, he was wearing a set of black pajamas.

There was an extremely rich supper on the ground. Pu'er and Kevin were sitting on the ground eating. When they saw Karen coming out, Pu'er waved to Karen and said:

"Dear little Karen, let's eat first and then look at the legs after eating."

Karen sat down on the carpet and hit Pu'er on the head.

Pu'er snorted in dissatisfaction and continued to eat the food in front of him.

After eating something, Karen walked out of the bedroom.

Borg, who was standing at the door, heard the sound of the door opening. He immediately put the last piece of meat pie he had been waiting for for a long time into his mouth and started chewing it. At the same time, he asked:

"Master, what are your orders?"

"I'll go to the performing arts hall and have a look."

"Okay, Master, I'll go get a flashlight to accompany you. Oh, and there are also keys stored in the study."

"Um."

Karen walked out of the castle and came to the door of the performance hall in the south of the castle. The door was locked with a large iron chain, and there was a wave of defensive formation inside.

Borg opened the lock with a key, took out a scroll and spread it out on the ground, opening the defensive formation.

How should I put it, the level of this defensive formation is somewhat decorative in Karen's eyes. After all, the level of formation in Allen Manor is limited, and it is difficult to hire an excellent formation master even if you want to spend money.

Borg wisely stayed outside and did not follow Karen in.

The space inside is not dark, but appears very bright, because there are many permanent lights hanging in the performance hall.

There is a huge circle in the center area, with twelve coffins evenly placed inside. Eleven of the coffins are very delicate, but one is very ugly.

Karen walked to the ugly coffin, reached out and touched the lid of the coffin, and then walked to the second coffin and stood for a while.

Before he can rely on the chain of order to supplement his strength, he cannot awaken them. Each additional awakening will cause them to incur more temporary and irreversible consumption.

Karen first walked to the central area of ​​the formation, squatted down, put his palms in the center of the smallest circle, and instilled his spiritual power.

This formation also requires strength to support it, so strictly speaking, Karen has to come over every once in a while to supplement the formation.

During this process, black chains of order appeared and rotated around Karen's body.

After Karen stopped and finished the indoctrination, the chains of order still did not disappear, but moved freely through this huge formation with twelve coffins.

From the chain, Karen clearly sensed a sense of expectation.

Karen walked to Count Rekar's coffin again. The black chains under his feet spread into the coffin under Karen's guidance, and Karen closed his eyes.

You don't have to wake them up to communicate. You can try to integrate into their consciousness, just like you did when you first met Earl Rekar. This consumption is almost negligible.

The sound of waves came to his ears, and Karen opened his eyes. What surprised him was that although he was still on the pirate ship, there was no noise on the ship at all. There were no reveling sailors or laughing prostitutes. Even Rekar

The Queen's figure was also missing from the Earl's lap.

At this time, Count Recar was sitting on the edge of the deck, with a bottle of rum beside him and a fishing rod in his hand.

This quiet style of painting made Karen a little uncomfortable. Lord Count, this is a sign of good behavior.

Karen walked over. Count Recar heard the footsteps and turned around to see Karen.

He immediately dropped the fishing rod and knelt down on one knee towards Karen:

"Loyalty to you!"

This was not acting, nor was it perfunctory. Karen saw a sincerity and...fear from Count Rekar's actions.

"My Lord Earl seems to have changed a lot." Karen asked.

Count Recar replied: "What is more terrible than death is eternal death."

"Yeah."

"And you are the only great being who can save me. I sing your name and pray for you day and night!"

"I thought you would hate me."

"Maybe others will, but I won't, because the people lying here are all chosen by you."

"You have reminded me that I must think carefully when I choose someone to lie here in the future, otherwise he will only continue to brew hatred for me."

As Count Recar said, lying here is by no means a truly happy thing, it is more like death being extended to an infinite length.

It's like Karen put them here and put them in jail.

This is a kind of mental torture, and it is easy for people to focus their anger on Karen.

In other words, Count Rekar and Old Saman both made voluntary choices, so they could think openly.

"No, you misunderstood me. No matter how resentful he is towards you here, when you decide to let him wake up again, you will be his master, you will be his savior, and you will be his light."

"Okay, I understand, but I don't like this feeling. Do you know Darkmoon Island?"

"Dark Moon Island? You know, I once traveled across that sea area. Dark Moon Island is just a pretty good force."

"It is developing very well now, better than Allen Manor."

Count Recar showed a scornful look on his face and said, "I think it would be even more difficult to find a force that is not as well developed as Allen Manor at this time."

The last time he woke up, Count Rekar witnessed with his own eyes how useless his family was now.

"Haha." Karen took a deep breath. The salty and humid sea breeze was not very comfortable, but the vast sea view was enough to easily cover these minor flaws. "There was originally a person from Darkmoon Island, and he was actually quite suitable to lie on.

here, but I ended up not doing it.”

"His character must be terrible."

"Character is difficult to define. I can only judge it subjectively."

"Yes, you are the standard by which everything is judged."

"What's wrong with you, Lord Earl?" Karen noticed something unusual.

"The last time I was thawed, revived, and changed into a coffin, the servant next to you recited your sayings to me."

"All right."

No wonder I felt that Count Recar's way of speaking was a bit like Alfred. It turned out that Alfred had seized every opportunity to preach.

"I don't know what the twelve knights of the God of Order are like. I don't know if I can really gather twelve of them. Even if I can really give you eternal life, I can't.

ensure.
To be continued...