The parchment gave Werther guidance: "Congratulations, the cotton and wool workshops have been successfully built, and you have gained the trust of the Earl and Countess of Rock Creek, and have made friends with the Charik brothers and sisters."
Great, it seems that the parchment has also approved what I have done these days. But why is becoming friends with the Charlie brothers and sisters considered a good result? Could it be that they will help me in the future?
Just when Witte thought of this, the parchment began to remind again: "The next mission is to find the Charlie brothers and sisters in Nightstone Town, Duck City."
Huh? No, right? You just got rid of those two people, and now you have to find them yourself! Why is this?
However, since it is a mission given by the parchment, it must be reasonable. Why not go to the manor in Nightstone Town early tomorrow morning and have a look.
Werther suddenly remembered that he had not practiced magic for many days, and maybe he should continue practicing tonight.
He worked in several workshops and wineries for a while, then returned to the castle. After dinner, he took Lina to the river and started practicing.
Lina raised her cheeks with her hands and looked motionlessly at Werther, who was concentrating on practicing floating skills. She lamented in her heart: This guy can obviously control the intensity and time on the water, why does he still need me to accompany him?
It’s really cold making clothes by the river!
She had been dressing for a long time and felt her shoulders were sore. She raised her head to look at the night sky and observed the stars, and found that it was already eleven o'clock.
"Great, we can finally go back, Werther!" Lina stood up, but found that Werther was not in front of her, "Ah, no, he didn't fall!"
Just when Lina was anxious, someone suddenly tapped her shoulder from behind. She looked back and saw Werther putting his hands behind his back and looking at her with a smile.
"Oh my God, where did you go just now?"
"Your hat was blown away by the wind, I picked it up for you." Werther took out the hat.
"Huh? I was so focused on making clothes that I didn't even notice. Thank you, Werther." Lina's face turned red again.
The day was spent busy again. Werther lay in bed before going to bed, feeling worried about visiting the Chalik brothers and sisters tomorrow. He originally didn't want to see them again, but the parchment suddenly gave him this task, which was really annoying.
Just tossing and turning in bed, he didn't fall asleep until three in the morning.
I got up with a pair of dark circles under my eyes, stretched out, and looked at the clock on the wall. It was already nine o'clock, and I had to rush to Nightstone Town.
Reluctantly, he washed up, changed his clothes, went downstairs, had a simple drink of milk, and then set off with Wile. Wile drove the carriage, and Werther sat in the carriage, bringing water and wild vegetables and apples just in case.
pie.
At one o'clock in the afternoon, they found Charlie's manor. Among the farms and pastures in Nightstone Town, backed by a small hill, it was a rather exquisite three-story house, like a small castle, but
The style is more gentle, with off-white walls, orange roof, lavender glazed windows, horses, dogs and chickens in the spacious yard, and many fruit trees.
"What a beautiful manor, and it's the same size as our castle." Wile sighed with emotion, "It's a pity that we are visiting the difficult brother and sister Charlie. If we were visiting a beautiful and gentle girl, or a smart and wise young man,
How wonderful it would be.”
Witte frowned his eyebrows into a figure-eight shape, grinned awkwardly and said: "Wyle, don't say it. If you are heard, it will damage the face of our Dawn Town. As the lord of Dawn Town, I must always pay attention to myself and myself.
Your words and deeds."
"I understand, Your Highness."
just
Coincidentally, some pedestrians passed by behind and looked at them curiously, and they quickly shut up.
When the pedestrians behind them passed by, the maid who was feeding chickens in the yard came over. She looked at Werther and Wile and asked, "Sir, who are you looking for?"
"I am the lord of Daybreak Town, and he is my personal servant Wile. Let's come to find Charlie."
"Oh~ It turns out that you are His Highness the Lord of Dawn Town. I have admired your name for a long time. Please come in~" The maid lowered her head slightly, smiled at the corner of her mouth, gently opened the door to the courtyard, and continued, "The master said, if you come
Manor, we can just take you directly to see him."
Werther nodded and walked into the yard, followed by Wile.
The maid put down the dustpan containing chicken feed, put her hands on the apron and wiped them briefly, then smiled and pointed to the big house inside: "Your Highness, I will take you in now to find my master. He started yesterday.
He was in a bad mood from the beginning, maybe your arrival will bring him good luck."
He is a very gentle and hard-working servant, Werther thought to himself, looking much better than the Charlie brothers and sisters.
The maid brought Werther and Wile into the house. Werther also noticed several servants who were cleaning, making the house clean. The furniture and furnishings in the house were even more luxurious than Werther's castle.
"Well, is your master really so rich? He makes all his money from taverns and hotels?" Werther couldn't help but ask the maid.
"My master's family has been rich for hundreds of years. Although they are not nobles, they are richer than many small nobles." The maid said, "My master's family has made money from taverns and hotels for generations."
The maid took them to a door, raised her index finger to them, and said softly: "This is the master's study. He is worried in there. Don't make too much noise, otherwise it will make him even more sad."
"Can I take the liberty to ask what Charlie is worried about?" Werther asked curiously.
The maid frowned slightly, looking slightly distressed: "The master has lost the family heirloom. In a few days, it will be the death anniversary of the family ancestor. Every year, the master will wear the family heirloom in front of the ancestor's grave.
Put flowers. The owner is worried that if he doesn’t wear this family heirloom today, his ancestors will crawl out of their graves and kill him.”
"..." Werther broke into a cold sweat helplessly, "Is this what Chalek said? He was worried that his ancestors hundreds of years ago would crawl out and kill him?"
"Yes, the master stayed up all night last night because of this matter."
"You can tell him that even without the family heirloom, his ancestors would not kill him."
"I also know about this, but the problem is that it is a family heirloom, and losing it is troublesome. No matter how much you try to persuade the master, the master will be troubled."
"That's right. What is that family heirloom?" Witte asked, "Ring? Bracelet?"
The maid shook her head: "No, it's just a hairpin."
"Hairpins?" Werther was surprised, "Men wear hairpins?"
"This hairpin is passed on to the heir of the manor. The master inherited the manor from the old manor owner, so he must also inherit this hairpin." The maid leaned slightly and said, "Your Highness, please go in quickly to persuade the master. I'm worried that he will cry.
Fainted."
"Oh, okay." Werther knocked on the door of the study room with a confused look on his face.
A familiar voice came from inside: "I told you not to come in and disturb me!"
"I'm Werther!"
"Oh! It turns out to be His Highness the Lord of Dawn Town. I really didn't expect you to come to my house at this time. You just opened the door and came in.
Bar!"
Despite his overwhelming reluctance, Werther pushed open the door and saw Charlie standing on a chair and putting his head into the circle made of rope.
He was hanging! Werther and others were shocked by him.
Charlie's face was ashen at this time, his eyes were tightly closed, and he was kicking the chair hard. Once the chair was removed, he would be hung from the beam, but the chair was too heavy and he couldn't kick it.
"Oh my God!" The maid covered her mouth with her hand, tears welling up in her eyes. Her other hand pulled Werther's sleeve in panic, "Your Highness, my master is going to commit suicide. Please help save him!"
Wile also panicked and clutched Werther's shoulders with both hands: "Your Highness, Charlie is going to commit suicide. It's terrible. Please save him quickly!"
"But..." Werther said helplessly, "You two, let me go first."
When Wile and the maid lowered their heads, they realized that they were holding on to Werther's clothes tightly, making it difficult for Werther to break free, so they hurriedly let go.
Werther ran into the study and looked up at Chalik, who was still kicking his chair. Now Chalik's neck was a few centimeters higher than the bottom of the rope loop.
"Well, Charlie, your chair looks very heavy. It must be carved from stone! And the bottom is solid!" Werther said below, "It takes me a while to move a chair made of this kind of material, but you
I don’t have much strength, so it’s even harder to move away.”
Chalik calmed down, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at Werther: "Your Highness, Lord of Daybreak Town, what do you think I should do?"
Werther spread his hands, lowered his head and sighed: "If you ask me, just come down. Why don't I think of a way for you to help you find your family heirloom."
"Great." Charlie took his head out of the rope, "I've been waiting for your words. I knew you wouldn't ignore me."
He slowly climbed down from the chair, stood on the ground, took out his handkerchief and wiped his sweat.
"You are the owner of the manor. There are more than a dozen taverns and hotels. There are so many servants and laborers that you need to support. And you also have a sister. How can you just commit suicide casually~" Werther narrowed his eyes.
A seam.
"But, I'm really scared. It will be the death anniversary of my ancestors in a few days. If I don't wear that hairpin, my ancestors may be killed. Anyway, they will die, so I might as well commit suicide." Charlie looked very depressed.
.
"Well, what can I tell you? Your ancestors probably wouldn't resurrect from the coffin because of this..." Werther tried to comfort him.
"That's not true. There is indeed such a saying in my family. My grandfather's grandfather was killed by his ancestors because he did not wear the hairpin on the anniversary of his death."
"This is just a legend. You haven't seen it with your own eyes. How could you end your life just because of this?" Werther spread his hands and sighed, "Even if this rumor is true, you have to keep living."
, even if you are killed, you will be killed by your ancestors, not by your own hands."
After hearing this, Charlie's face turned pale with fright. He couldn't help but take two steps back and fell down on the chair.
"Your Highness, is there anyone as comforting as you?" Wile poked Werther on the arm.
Werther continued: "Anyway, Charlie, I will help you find the hairpin. After all, it is your family heirloom. It would be a pity to lose it. And I believe that your ancestors will not crawl out of the coffin and kill you."
Yes, don’t worry.”
Charlie thought for a while and said: "Okay, Your Majesty the Lord of Daybreak Town, I will leave my life to you first, and you have to help me find the hairpin!"