"Sebas, you already know the origins of Mr. Frank and Ms. Mina, right?"

Looking away from the beautiful girl squatting busy in front of the cupboard, Charlotte looked at Sebastian who was standing respectfully.

Sebastian smiled slightly:

"Master, what are you talking about?"

Charlotte looked at her quietly, her deep blue eyes carrying a strong pressure that was incompatible with her childish appearance.

After a moment, Sebastian looked away unnaturally, then sighed and said respectfully:

"As expected of you, great master... nothing can be hidden from your eyes."

"Why don't you just say it? Why do you beat around the bush like this?"

Charlotte frowned.

Sebastian smiled bitterly:

"They have been working for the Rose Society for many years. Although loyal people like Frank are the vast majority, there are also a small number of people who are resentful of Castel. I am worried that you have a grudge."

"Instead of me telling you their origins, it would be better for them to recognize your identity in person..."

Charlotte was speechless.

After a moment, she shook her head:

"If they really have grievances, how could these former followers of the Castel family stay in Boulder City?"

"Lord Charlotte, please drink milk."

While the two were chatting, a beautiful girl in a maid uniform came over carrying steaming milk.

Her voice is cold and her posture is elegant and standard.

Is this the Shirley that the Franks taught all their lives?

Charlotte couldn't help but look at the girl a few more times, and subconsciously compared her with the maids she had trained in the manor.

Standing like a peony, sitting like a peony, walking like a lily...

Looking at the girl's movements, Charlotte naturally thought of a sentence from her previous life.

Although Shirley's clothes were shabby, every move she made showed the elegant manners expected of a noble servant.

Even the gesture of handing over the milk was obviously well-trained, respectful yet etiquette, elegant and appropriate.

Charlotte took the milk. The temperature of the milk was just right, not too hot, but not cold either.

She picked it up and took a few sips. Although the taste was far less sweet than the milk at home, it was warm, moderately sweet, not bland, not greasy, and reassuring.

Soon, Charlotte came to the conclusion:

The girl's quality is far superior to that of her own maids. I am afraid that even the "maids" at home when she first time traveled are not as professional as hers.

The more Charlotte looked at it, the more satisfied she became.

The background is clean, like white paper, and has extremely high professionalism.

Isn't this kind of existence exactly what she is looking for when she goes out this time?

Of course, unlike the excited Franks, Shirley was obviously far away from Charlotte, and could even be called completely indifferent.

But if you think about Charlotte, you can understand that, unlike the Franks who care about Castel, the girl almost grew up in the outer city and has no feelings for Castel at all.

But this is even better.

Isn't it the best opportunity to improve the power of etiquette by re-dying a blank piece of paper like a girl with your own color?

Isn’t it a more fulfilling challenge to conquer the indifferent Three Nothings and the Flower of the High Mountain?

The more Charlotte looked at Shirley, the more satisfied and expectant she felt.

At the same time, the Franks, who had finished their discussions, took action on their own.

The lame old Frank went to the backyard, got on the pack horse and hurried away, while Mrs. Mina wiped her red eyes, put on a respectful and distant smile, and returned to Charlotte again:

"Lord Charlotte, we can find the person you need. Frank has already gone to prepare, but... it may take some time."

"It doesn't matter, we can wait."

Charlotte said with a smile.

The descendant of a loyal servant who has not forgotten his original intention after ten years is worth her wait.

…

This is a dilapidated alchemy shop.

A dirty old man was sitting in front of the shop and taking a nap.

Suddenly, the rapid sound of horse hoofbeats was heard, and along with the sound of horse hoofbeats, there was an excited and joyful voice:

"Call! Call! Are you still alive, old fellow?"

The old man raised his head, looked at the visitor, and then frowned:

"Frank? It's broad daylight, why are you so crazy? Didn't you see me taking a rest?"

"Hahaha! Don't sleep! Lady Charlotte is here! Lady Charlotte is here! Castel has not forgotten us! Castel wants to recall her loyal servants!"

"Why are you still standing there? Why don't you quickly take that little guy Rand and go see him!"

After saying that, before the old man could come to his senses, Frank said "ya" again and rushed in the other direction.

The old man was slightly startled, and then gradually came back to his senses:

"Lord Charlotte...Charlotte..."

"It's the little master!"

His old and cloudy eyes suddenly burst into light.

He stood up suddenly, limped and rushed into the shop, shouting excitedly as he rushed:

"Lisa! Lisa! Good news! Good news!..."

…

In a small tavern in a slum area in the outer city.

A woman with a hideous burn scar on half of her face stood behind the bar, pouring drinks for drunken drinkers.

Suddenly, the door of the tavern was pushed open, and a panting Frank appeared in front of everyone.

His eyes quickly fell on the woman and he said excitedly:

"Eponine! Lady Charlotte is here! Lady Charlotte is coming to the outer city!"

"She is at our house now, and she wants to recall her loyal servants who belong to Castel!"

"Why are you still standing there? Take Jennifer with you and go see her!"

After saying that, he turned around again and hurriedly left the tavern without even taking a rest.

The woman was left standing there, her eyes dull, and she didn't even notice that the wine in her hand was filled.

"Charlotte...is...little master!"

Her eyes suddenly brightened.

"Hey! Eponine! The wine was spilled! The wine was spilled!"

Seeing the ale flowing all over the table, the drinker shouted quickly.

The woman was stunned for a moment, then immediately stood up:

"Feel sorry……"

"Everyone, I suddenly have something to do. The tavern will be closed temporarily today."

…

In the commercial street of the outer city, there is a clothing store with a booming business.

An elderly tailor couple is busy tailoring clothes for guests.

Suddenly, accompanied by the neighing of a packhorse and the exclamations of passers-by, a stumbling figure quickly rushed in.

"Madoc! Deve!"

"Lord Charlotte is here! Lady Charlotte is coming to the outer city!"

"She is at our house now, and she wants to recall her loyal servants who belong to Castel!"

"Oops! Stop sighing at the uniforms framed on the wall and bring your children to see them!"

Old Frank finished speaking breathlessly and left the shop again.

The old couple was stunned.

The woman soon fell into excitement:

"Little master! It's the little master!"
To be continued...