If one day you enter a room where there are a group of weird people in the room, silently sitting on the chair, without talking or communicating, and the heavy makeup on your face is like the faces of those lying in the coffin, they are all looking at you, and it happens that your outfit is exactly the same as them at this time, what would you do?

The bobcat was not sure what others would do. After his heart suddenly tugged, all the abnormalities in the room began to gradually manifest. Under the strong fragrance of flowers, there was a covered smell. This odor was concrete and distinct, and the fragrance that crossed the flowers was captured by him.

But this not very strong odor was now absorbed tightly in the nasal cavity where he sensed the smell, just like a maggot on his tarsal bone. This faint odor reminded him all the time, that it was different here.

The beans of sweat were squeezed out of their pores, which made him an alternative that was completely different from those in the room. The people in the room seemed to have a mask on their faces, and they even had pores. In order to cover up their real situation at this time, these makeup had already become another mask.

Being watched by these weird people, the bobcat's breathing became difficult. He was not afraid of the enemy or the battle, but when he encountered this situation, he was afraid even if he was not afraid.

In fact, this is the most interesting thing about human beings. A person can be afraid of injury or death, but he will be afraid of ghosts and some mysterious things.

After swallowing, under the gaze of everyone's attention, the bobcat found a chair, sat on it, imitated the others, straightened his back and looked straight ahead.

He felt a little itchy on his face, but he didn't dare to scratch it, and he didn't even dare to show his emotions. The manager made him look cold and even numb.

The servants who looked at him finally retracted their gaze, which made him feel relieved and a little new fear.

The bobcats had never come out all night. Alfred and others who were preparing to pick him up outside waited until dawn, but the bobcats still didn't come out, which made them realize that something was wrong. The uneasiness in their hearts had long been amplified and panic. Alfred slapped himself with some regrets. He had long felt something was wrong.

He clearly wanted to stop the bobcat from invading Ma Jieli's house, but he just hesitated for a moment and missed the best opportunity.

Some things are like this. When people’s choices have not become “decision”, a word of obstruction or encouragement can make things develop in the opposite direction. But when people’s choices become decisions, no matter what they say or what makes sense, it is useless.

The Bobcat is Alfred's good friend and a brother who is born and dies. He made a quick decision to go to the Earl's Mansion and pay a visit to Angrace.

"I think there must be something wrong with Ma Jieli's house!" Alfred's huge body bent over and lowered his head, and he was also sweating. The tight shirt was completely attached to his body. The sweat made the fabric more clingy, which made him very uncomfortable, but he had no choice. He had to do this to save the bobcat.

Angrace nodded without comment. He was looking at several documents in his hand, not knowing whether he had heard it clearly or not.

As the steward of the Earl's Mansion, he is definitely not an ordinary servant. Angres' status in the Earl's Mansion is second only to Count Liszt and Countess Liszt, and is even slightly higher than the Countess, and can even be said to be half a master. Even the little masters have to follow his arrangements, although when he made these arrangements, he was a servant.

Recently, Apeda has not been peaceful. Many people know that not only Apeda has not been peaceful, but the entire empire is not peaceful. Prince Pain's envoy has just arrived and is secretly talking to the Count. The only thing that can decide on the Earl's Mansion is left is Angeles.

He still has some documents and instructions that he would have to finish before the morning, so his attention is still on these. These are more important than the life and death of an inconspicuous little person!

Without Angrace's permission, Alfred dared not straighten his waist, nor did he dare to raise his head. He kept standing in this position, sweat falling down, and he did not dare to raise his hand to wipe it, so he could only let them fall to the ground or wet his clothes.

After about half an hour, Angrace picked up a pen and signed his name on the latter document, and stamped his own private seal before throwing the document aside.

He took off his small eyes stuck between his brow and cheekbones, carried the gold chain and put it back into the glasses box, then looked up at Alfred, "So what are your demands?" He sorted out his collar, and looked at Alfred's appearance, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"I want to search Ma Jieli's house. Maybe there will be new discoveries. If our people are left inside, there must be something wrong with it. He may have discovered something, otherwise he would not have disappeared!" Alfred's voice was also very calm, and he did not seem to be very anxious.

Angrace nodded, he picked up a piece of paper, wrote something on it, then put it in the envelope, and handed it to Alfred, "Take it to meet the bishop of the church. If there is really a demon in Majieli's house, he will definitely be able to discover, and if you go to the judge to find their heads and let them share them with you two, will there be any other request?"

The torture of more than 40 minutes was finally exchanged for what Alfred wanted. He forced himself to suppress the happy expression on his face, nodded repeatedly and stretched out his hands, and took the envelope from Angrace's hand, "No more, Lord Angrace."

Angeles also breathed a sigh of relief, "Very good, I'll wait for your good news, Alfred, don't let Lord Earl down."

Alfred, who left the room, was finally able to straighten his back. Recently, he was in the limelight and always gave people a feeling of relying on others. However, here, even if he met a servant on the road, he would take the initiative to nod and stand by the walls of the corridor to make way for the other party.

So what if he is strong himself, so what if he has his own company and power outside? Here, he is not even as good as a servant from the Earl's Mansion. At least the servants suffered grievances, and the captain maids and housekeepers went out for them. After he suffered grievances, he could only bear this by himself.

The moment he walked out of the Earl's Mansion with his head raised and his chest with a smile, he looked at the surprise on his friends' faces and felt that all the sins he had suffered were worth it. He shook the envelope in his hand and said in some show-off tone, "Mr. Angrace is very supportive of our actions. Let me contact the bishop and the trial office to act together. I will divide the work..."

Alfred is as "silly" and "straight", but also full of trustworthy reliability.

Soon, the church, the courtroom, the police and civil forces gathered together - the police came spontaneously, and they would never be out of the scene, but would be late occasionally.

The pedestrians knocked on the door of Ma Jieli's house. Alfred stood in the front. He was always paying attention to the expressions of these people. When the bishop kept frowning and even sneezing, he realized what might happen.

He always had a hint of awe for these supernatural powers, but it was not as awe as ordinary people. There were several black magicians and wizards he killed. The sinners liked to make these things the most. They were talking all day long and always felt that they were extremely powerful, but in fact, a bullet could make Amen shut up.

He has never seen a powerful extraordinary person, which does not mean that he does not know how deep the water is here. His blind self-confidence was derived from his understanding of the lower class.

How could a society at the bottom cultivate powerful extraordinary people? But if it is a high-level society, it would be different. This also made him understand where the previous uneasiness came from.

The strong fragrance of flowers rushed out of the room as soon as the door was opened. Even Alfred couldn't help but take a step back. The smell was too great. He carefully observed the housekeeper in front of him, and the words before the Bobcat left yesterday were still vivid in his mind.

He observed the man carefully and said, "Someone called the police and said he heard screams here at night. Let's investigate..."

There was not much change in the butler's expression on his face. He just smiled, "Some people always like to meddle in other people's business..." Although he said so, he took the initiative to let people enter. At the same time, he warned, "Madam is still sleeping, I hope you can move more lightly."

Alfred looked at him and entered the house. The housekeeper was completely different from yesterday. He had already changed into summer clothes. Everything that Bobcat said yesterday had changed, which made him even more sure that Bobcat must have been caught by these people.

The bishop walking among the crowd had actually discovered some problems. These fragrances of flowers seemed to be just ordinary fragrances. In fact, their real function was to cover up the faint smell of the demonic breath in the fragrance. He quietly grabbed the holy flower cross hanging around his neck with his hands, and also gave the two judges of the courtroom to the two judges.

After the group entered the room, the butler did not have too many restrictions on them. They had almost any requirements, and they opened the door to wherever they wanted to go, which also made some people suspicious.
Chapter completed!