Resist the world, but I spread the curse

Chapter 180 Be Careful
Clark simply washed his face, and then changed into the clothes given to him by the owner of the castle. When he was about to change, he suddenly remembered Mirell's opinion. The other party said that the red outfit was quite suitable for him.

Thinking of the lovely maid's smile and what she said, he thought about it, decided to follow her advice, and changed into that suit.

Facing the mirror in the room, Clark straightened his clothes. In the mirror, Clark frowned. He didn't appreciate his handsomeness, because the clothes that were popular among the nobles around the 17th century had deeply stimulated him. aesthetic.

It took him a long time to understand how to wear these clothes, and the shapes and colors of these clothes were too exaggerated for him, so that he was a little unacceptable.

"Why do you still wear silk stockings..." Clark felt the touch of the high-end soft silk fabric against his skin, and he felt ashamed and helpless in his heart.

Of course, what made him even more helpless was yet to come. He still had a pair of high heels that he had to wear.

After dressing up and tidying up his clothes, Clark stood blankly in front of the mirror doubting his life for a long time, until he heard the sound of Valente knocking on the door, he came back to his senses, went out in response, and then followed Valente, and Back to the restaurant.

The castle is really too big. On the way back to the restaurant, Clark was trying to secretly remember the maze-like route he had seen along the way. The more he tried to remember, the more he couldn't help but secretly sigh.

Back in the dining room again, Clark greeted the Earl with the blue beard who had been waiting for a long time: "Sorry for keeping you waiting, respected Earl with the blue beard."

"Hey, Mr. Clark, you look more like a noble gentleman now." Earl Bluebeard applauded lightly and praised.

"Thank you for your affirmation." Clark nodded lightly, following the Earl Bluebeard's gesture, he sat down at the dining table.

Looking at the steaming bread in front of him, Clark's eyes moved, and he suddenly felt really hungry, so he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Earl Bluebeard saw Clark's heightened appetite, and grinned, "Then let's not talk much, let's start eating first."

As he spoke, Bluebeard glanced at the butler Valente who was waiting aside. Valente understood, and stepped forward to clap his hands unhurriedly. Immediately afterwards, Miller, the lovely maid whom Clark had met before, and another A red-haired maid with a sexy figure and a charming face came in pushing a dining car.

"This is our cook tonight and the most beautiful maid in our castle. Her name is Hera." The Earl with the blue beard saw the two maids pushing the dining car in, and his eyes were mainly focused on Hera's graceful figure. , without concealing his strong desire in his eyes, his fat tongue licked around the edge of Blue Beard's submerged lips. When Hera passed by him, Earl Blue Beard's behavior was even more exaggerated, and he directly leaned his head against the other's belly, Through the fabric of the clothes, he inhaled deeply the orchid body fragrance emanating from the opponent's body.

Miller was a little timid, but he stood behind Earl Bluebeard very smartly, trying not to let himself appear in the other party's sight, and it happened that Earl Bluebeard was much more interested in Hera than she was.

Hera didn't care about Earl Bluebeard's actions, but returned the other's silent and charming smile, and added tonight's appetizer for him, a dish of baked snails with cheese.

"Oh, Hera, you are as attractive as tonight's delicacies." Earl Bluebeard said with a grin.

Hera smiled and said, "Thank you for your compliment, Lord Earl."

Clark sat on the sidelines and witnessed all this, and secretly murmured in his heart about the obscene behavior of the other party. Sure enough, this guy is not a good person the more he looks at it.

Slandering Earl Bluebeard secretly, Clark also did not forget to observe the expressions and movements of other people present.

Butler Valente seems to be used to everything and has no reaction. He is as indifferent as a stone. His etiquette may be a gentleman, but his real temperament may not be called a "gentleman". Of course, Clark also understands the butler The overall acceptance of any behavior of the master may be out of a kind of loyalty.

Although the beautiful Hera looked very calm on the surface, she did not evade or resist the Earl Bluebeard's presumptuous behavior, and could smile naturally, but Clark noticed that the other party was delivering food for the Earl Bluebeard faster. Obviously, the other party I can't get used to it, and I'm resisting in my heart, but... the evil feudal nobles.

Poor Miller, the emotions are almost written on his face...

The dinner was generally good. The cook and maid Hera's cooking skills were excellent, and Clark brought great food and delicious food, but the dining experience was greatly reduced due to the presence of the castle owner, Earl Bluebeard.

After dinner, Earl Bluebeard asked Clark a few questions and chatted for a while.

"Mr. Clark, I don't know where you came from, where do you want to go?"

"I'm from the south and I'm going to the north." Clark gave a vague answer.

"Doing business?"

"Yep."

"..."

Facing Earl Bluebeard's several questions about his life experience, Clark tried his best to answer vaguely. He was nervous, his palms were sweating, and he secretly prayed that the other party would end the topic quickly.

As if God had heard his prayer, Earl Bluebeard didn't chat with Clark for too long. He just chatted with Clark a few words, and then he got up and said he was going back to his room to rest, and kindly suggested that Clark also go to bed early.

Back in the bedroom where he was temporarily staying, Clark felt as if he had exhausted all his strength, and sat down on the bed, cold sweat that had accumulated for a long time dripped down his forehead.

After taking a long breath, Clark took out his pocket watch from his pocket, looked at the time again, and said, "It's 45:[-] in the morning."

"Go to bed early." Clark comforted himself, put away the pocket watch, stuffed it under the pillow, and then undressed.

When checking whether there was anything missing in his own clothes, he suddenly discovered that there was a small pocket hidden on the collar of his red coat, but the material and color of the fabric and the collar were too close, so that he was wearing it. At the time, I didn't even feel that something was wrong, but I still noticed that the collar was a little strangely greasy, and I didn't realize it until I touched it.

"How did it get wiped off?" Clark thought as he recalled, "I remember the position at that time... was Mirell standing behind me? Did she wipe it up on purpose?"

He touched it carefully, and felt that there seemed to be a small hard bump on the collar, but it was not obvious, it was small and thin, and it was difficult to feel the existence of foreign objects.

Realizing that this might be some kind of hint, Clark opened the small pocket on the collar, and then found a folded piece of paper inside. After opening, it was a square piece of paper less than two centimeters in length and width, on which was written a The word "careful"!
(End of this chapter)