The streets are so peaceful at night, and the lonely carriage drives into the garden full of lavender, and goes around the side path to the back of the villa.
Victor jumped off the carriage, opened the carriage door, and glanced at the man inside.
The latter consciously got out of the car door and followed Victor into the house through the back door.
The maid Permis was not asleep yet. She had just finished helping Will wash up, and was about to wash her face and feet to rest. However, she accidentally saw Victor leading a stranger into the home.
"Mr. Butler! What are you..."
"This is Mr. Mike, a friend of the master's. I followed Master Will's instructions to pick him up and stay here for a few days."
Pemis had not heard Will say that there would be guests at home in the evening. She stared at the dirty Mike with suspicion written all over her face.
Victor did not say Mike's last name, and Pemis would not think of the anti-bandit operation in the dock area.
"Mr. Mike fell into the septic tank. He was very unlucky. It's because I went there too late. It was dark at night and I couldn't see the road clearly. Okay, I'm going to inform Mr. Will now. Can you prepare a clean suit for Mr. Mike?"
clothes?"
Victor gave some brief instructions to Permis, and then went upstairs to meet Will and told him that a friend of his needed to stay in the mansion for two days. This matter must be kept secret by Will and asked him to
Go tell Mr. Permis and Conan not to spread rumors everywhere.
Will was ordered, put on his nightgown and went downstairs, received Mike hypocritically, and relayed Victor's request to Miss Permis and Mr. Conan at the door.
Afterwards, Victor asked Miss Permis to rest first and he was responsible for entertaining the guest.
Mike cleaned himself up in the bathroom and experienced the convenience of hot water pipes and bathtubs. His overall mental outlook was suddenly lifted a lot.
Bathing facilities like this are rare in old houses. In the Cambino mansion, a copper stove is still used to boil water for washing.
His eyes stayed on the pipelines and valve dials in the corner. Mike's eyes were blurred as he recalled the nightmare last night, until he was awakened by a knock on the door.
He quickly put on clean clothes, left the bathroom, and walked along the corridor to the door of the study.
The man with sideburns and Chinese character face who had received him before was standing quietly by the door.
"Mr. Victor is waiting for you..."
The other party's words were so weird that Mike would not be able to figure out the relationship between these people in the room for a while.
He turned the door handle and entered the study, where he saw the coachman who had taken him back sitting on a chair inside with his legs crossed.
"You can go to bed first, Will. You don't have to stay by the door."
Victor raised his chin towards Will, who obediently closed the study door with his backhand.
"Come and sit. I haven't had time to make coffee and tea, so I just have some boiling water."
Victor motioned for Mike to sit across from him and pushed a cup of hot water there.
Mike sat down and looked ahead warily.
From this contact, Victor has completely confirmed that after putting on the yellow clothes in the secret hotel, others will not be able to see his appearance.
Originally, he wanted Will to pick up Mike while he waited at home.
But considering that Will playing the coachman might surprise others when he returned home, and accidents would inevitably happen on the way, Victor decided to go by himself.
However, in this way, there is a loophole in the statement that he agreed to let the Beloved pick him up in the secret hotel. If Mike could see Victor's appearance in the secret hotel, he would probably recognize him.
So, Victor made up a reason and decided to fool the other party.
But when they first met, Mike didn't recognize Victor, which confirmed what Victor had always suspected - Huang Yi could hide his appearance in the secret hotel.
This can also be seen from the exchanges with Abigail and Adolf, but those two people are not in the same place as Victor and do not meet each other, so they cannot be verified.
Victor tilted his neck, picked up the boiled water and took a sip, but the man in front of him did not drink from him rashly.
"Aren't you thirsty?"
"I have a lot of questions." Mike's vigilance is still there.
Victor stretched out his right hand and spread it, asking the other party to lift it.
Mike continued: "That man outside, isn't he the owner of this house?"
"He is, but he has to listen to me." The corners of Victor's mouth raised.
"Master needs to listen to the groom or the steward?" Mike frowned, but he quickly understood, "You deliberately hide yourself behind your back."
"Is there anything wrong with this?" Victor raised his eyes and glanced at Mike's troubled face.
The other party replied: "At your age, you don't look like the kind of person who can control the situation."
On the surface, Victor is indeed younger than Mike, so it is inevitable that the other party will have such doubts.
He did not argue and said casually: "Mr. Will only looks old, but in fact he is only in his twenties. Well... having said so much, maybe we should talk about you." "My thing..." Mike's tone revealed hesitation, "There's nothing to talk about. If you are really that person's favor...that person...who is he?"
"Oh? Why do you think that person is a human?"
Victor narrowed his eyes, deliberately confusing the judgment of the man in front of him.
Mike took a deep breath and looked at Victor speechlessly.
"I prefer to call that person...an existence. It is not a mortal human being or any living creature, nor is it a false god that requires your worship."
"Is there something you believe in?" Mike suddenly felt like he had fallen into the den of a cult.
Victor smiled and shook his head.
"Faith? Maybe it's just a trap imposed by human beings due to their own powerlessness. The real supreme will may not care at all."
This concept was unheard of to Mike.
The religions he recognized more or less emphasized and condensed faith.
The most well-known ones are the five major churches. Among them, the Bright Light Realm of Lamps has the largest number of believers, and in terms of number, it is much more than the other four combined.
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Greybean is even more outstanding, being the only mainstream religion in the country.
But even so, the other four churches are still spreading steadily and continue to "steal people" from the Realm of Brilliance, with believers all over the world.
Realm of Bright Light, Life Association, Sanctuary, Blood Rose, Hermes...
Glow, three-phase lotus, silver-armed king...
These supreme names and taboos came to mind one after another, and Mike couldn't come up with an answer.
Victor clapped twice to bring Mike back to his thoughts.
"Well, I don't need you to join any cult organization or believe in any evil god. Mr. Yi doesn't care about these at all. Beloved people are not equal to believers. Let's talk about the favor you owe."
When Mike heard this, he sat up straight.
"I have to save my family first...before I can give my soul to him."
"No rush..." Victor waved his hand, "Mr. Yi asked me to help you, so you can return this favor to me. As a mortal, what do I want from your soul?"
Mike's face was full of doubts and he did not ask further.
Victor's fingers tapped on the glass coffee table, making the man opposite him uneasy every time.
"Is the biggest gangster in the dock area your Cambino family?"
As soon as he finished asking, there was a knock on the study door.
Will hurriedly reminded in a low voice from outside: "Two gentlemen, there is someone at the gate who wants to break in!"
Victor frowned and pushed Mike back down as he was about to get up.
He told the other party to be silent and hid in the study while he opened the door and communicated with Will.
According to Will, in the middle of the night, a group of guys wearing black coats and floppy hats suddenly blocked the door of the mansion and confronted the doorman, Mr. Conan.
"Are you from the police station?"
"Definitely not, they don't have police badges."
"How many people are there on the other side?"
"About six or seven..."
"Where is Mr. Conan?"
"He's already got his rifle."
After hearing the report, Victor's eyes turned cold: "This is Baker Street, not the slums of Gilded Avenue and Dockside. Those guys dare to come to my place to search people. Go get my gun. Do you know how to use it?" p>
"No...no way." Seeing Victor's cold expression, Will immediately panicked.