Man in the old days, Lord of the Seven Sins

Chapter 120 Damn Mouse! ! (4k)

"Lance, damn it, where are you, Lance!?"

Violent shouts came from the attic.

The aged butler Lance pushed open the door and walked into the attic with a bowl of medicine in his hand.

"Sir Wiasf, are you having nightmares again?" Lance put the medicine bowl in his hand on the table, and reached out to help Sir Wiasf who was sitting on the ground.

"Go away! Where are Betty and Morta!?"

Wisf knocked off Lance's hand, his red eyes were bloodshot, he stared at Lance, and an inexplicable cold breath rose from Lance's back.

"They're out looking for food."

Lance lowered his head and said in a low voice.

"I knew it! I knew it! They're not reliable at all, tell the kitchen, I'm going to have Betty and Morta's soup tonight!"

Wisf stood up violently, and tore off the sheets on the bed, revealing several pieces of black cat skins on the bed.

"Yes, Sir Wiasfe."

Lance carefully glanced at the cat's skin on the bed, and stepped back carefully, trying to exit the room.

"Wait, Lance, did you hear that?"

Sir Wiasfe jumped onto the bed, leaned his whole body against the wall, and listened carefully.

"Hear. Hear what?"

Lance looked at the dark attic in fear, his eyes blank.

Jazz's illness has become more and more serious recently.

"That squeaky rat noise, damn it! Didn't you hear that!? They're at it again!!!"

Ser Wiasfe grabbed his hair, grabbed a cat's skin from the bed, and pulled it over his head.

Sir Whistle's entire head was stuffed into the cat's fur, only a pair of scarlet pupils were exposed.

"They're always like this, they're always hanging around me, damn rats!!!"

The random whispers made Lance, the old butler, feel that Sir Wiasf was seriously ill, and he obviously didn't hear anything.

Bang!
The medicine bowl was thrown to the ground, and the black-brown medicine liquid spilled on the ground.

"Oh! No! Damn it, Lance! Are you trying to kill me!?" Wisf suddenly became irritable looking at the liquid medicine in the broken bowl on the ground.

He jumped off the bed directly, jumping and jumping towards the liquid medicine.

"Quick! There are a lot of mice! Trample them to death!!!"

Lance's gray beard trembled, following Sir Wisf's movements, dancing on top of the liquid medicine.

"Sir Wisf, I'm here to help you! With Lance here, you won't be hurt!!!"

"Oh, as expected of Lance, my faithful housekeeper."

"It's an honor to serve you!"

Lance bowed his head and said respectfully.

Usually at this time, Sir Wisf would always give him some rewards.

But today, that familiar voice has disappeared.

Accompanied by a pair of familiar feet standing in front of him.

"Lance, have you been with me for more than 30 years?"

An indifferent voice suddenly rang in his ears.

Lance was taken aback for a moment, and a biting cold suddenly filled his brain.

"Sir Wiesf, I have been with you for thirty-six years."

"Well, good, those mice told me that they want to eat you, eat you, and they won't bother me anymore."

Lance's brain fell into a sluggish state at this moment, and he didn't even realize that his neck was slipped by a broken piece of porcelain before he could react.

He fell to the ground, his eyes filled with bewilderment and unwillingness.

"Damn it! I've already offered Lance to you, don't bother me anymore!!!"

The insane Sir Wiasfe suddenly knelt down and covered his head. The inexplicable madness caused Lance to show a mocking smile on his face.

Even if you die, you mad knight, you will not escape the curse of your family.

"Lance!"

Before Lance's consciousness dissipated, he saw the tilted head wearing the black cat's fur again.

"I'm sorry to borrow your face. They said that they would not bother me if they sacrificed me. Therefore, I can only use your face instead of mine."

In the dark attic, there was a rustling sound.

The sound of rodents gnawing and swallowing kept ringing.

Outside the attic, a little maid who was about to ask the old housekeeper for leave to go home to visit her sick mother heard everything that happened in the attic. She was pale and patted her stiff legs in fear.

Try to get yourself moving.

Because she knew that if she stayed here, she would die.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the little maid's legs were finally able to move.

The swallowing sound in the attic also stopped at this moment.

The little maid trembled, moved her legs, and walked down the stairs step by step.

At this time, the attic door was slowly opened.

The familiar old butler Lance's voice suddenly sounded from behind the little maid.

"Oh, little girl from the Pavels, what can you do?"

"Housekeeper Lance, I want to go home to visit my mother, she is not in good health." Qi Si whispered.

"Of course, you can go back anytime." Lance's voice was full of kindness.

Keith suppressed the fear in her heart, and responded in a low voice: "Thank you so much, I will be back in the evening the day after tomorrow."

"Well, let's go."

Qisi breathed a sigh of relief at this moment, and she walked to the corner of the stairs. The curiosity and tension in her heart made her subconsciously look up at the door of the attic.

The old butler Lance, who was wearing a butler uniform, was looking at him with a smile.

Is it my illusion?

At this moment, Qisi suspected that she had heard it wrong. Obviously, the butler Lance is doing well?
"Qi Si, I just remembered something, I forgot to ask you." Lance Butler looked at Qi Si kindly. "How long have you been standing in front of the attic just now?"

Qisi's heart trembled, and she said in a low voice: "I just finished my work in the kitchen, and I came here just in time to see you open the door to the attic. How is Sir Wyssf's illness?"

"Hehe, Sir Wisf feels great. He wants to drink crucian carp tofu soup tonight."

"That's good, Steward Lance, I'll go first."

"Well, Keith, did you hear that?"

Lance stretched out his hand suddenly as if listening.

Keith looked at Lance blankly.

"There are rats in the wall. I'm going to help Sir Wisf find some cats. If you see any cats at home or nearby, you must send them here as soon as possible."

"Good."

At this moment, Qi Si didn't want to stay in this castle at all. She felt that her feeling was right, something terrible must have happened in the attic just now.

Steward Lance, most likely
Qisi returned to her room, packed up the things she wanted to take home, and prepared to leave.

When she opened the door, she saw Butler Lance standing at the door smiling and looking at her.

"Kiss, I just asked the people in the kitchen, you seem to have gone to the attic to find me very early."

"Actually, after I left the kitchen, I went to the toilet secretly, and I went to find you later."

At this moment, Qi Si felt that her heart almost missed a beat, and she subconsciously found an excuse for herself.

She didn't know why, but she had a feeling in her heart that if she admitted that she went to the attic very early, something terrible would happen.

"Oh, did you go to the bathroom?"

Lance nodded, turned and walked towards the east of the corridor.

Seeing Butler Lance leave, Qi Si subconsciously patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

But in the next second, her face turned pale again.

To the east of the corridor is the toilet. Could it be that he is going to check the toilet now to make sure he has gone?
Keith felt that her intuition was right.

If Butler Lance realized that he had lied to him, something would happen to him.

At this moment, Qisi used the fastest speed in her life and ran towards the outside of the castle.

After half an hour.

After checking the toilet, Lance the butler stood in a corridor of the castle, quietly looking at Qisi who was running on the plain outside the window.

At this moment, a layer of sticky black carrion herpes suddenly appeared on his face. He scratched his face and tore off a piece of rotten black cat skin, revealing the scarlet scarlet under the cat's face. An ugly face of muscle and blood vessels.

"Damn it, you obviously said you won't bother me anymore, why are you here again!!! You stinky rats!!!"

"Do you want to eat that little girl? Got it, got it, I'll prepare food for you after I deal with the other people in the castle. I hope this time, you can abide by the agreement!"

Old calendar April 1588, 4, late at night.

In the southwest of the town of Bath, near the Avon River, in front of a rural cottage full of Georgian styles.

Lu Qi knocked on the door of the cabin.

"Paul, are you home? I'm Lu Qi, I have something very important to ask you!"

Amidst the hasty knock on the door, a gleam of light suddenly lit up in the dimly lit room, and there was a burst of impatient murmurs from inside the room.

"Lu Qi, you bastard! If there is no legitimate reason, be careful that I will lock you up in the public security station for a day for the crime of disturbing the people!"

Holding a candlestick, Paul stood at the door in a linen pajamas, with a look of disgust on his chubby face.

Looking at Lu Qi's wretched appearance, he really wanted to kick him in the stomach.

It wasn't until Lucci handed him a 100-kroner note that a smile appeared on Paul's face.

"Tell me, what's the matter? You'll come to find me at night."

"It's Mr. Rhodes who needs to find you. I'm just leading the way."

Lu Qi stepped aside and briefly introduced Rhodes to Paul.

Paul glanced sideways at Rhodes, his original perfunctory attitude suddenly became respectful at this moment.

He has a cousin who is now a magistrate in old London, and he writes to himself from time to time, telling some stories about old London.

Recently, he often saw his cousin mention Rhodes' name in letters, saying that he was a legendary figure that he could not match.

Paul was fortunate to have seen Rhodes' photo in his cousin's letter.

"Hello, hello, Mr. Rhodes, I am Paul's cousin Paul, I am very glad to serve you, please come in and talk."

Paul invited Rhode into the hut with a respectful face.

Lu Qi stood aside, his face full of doubts.

Is this Mr. Rhodes very famous and a big shot?Why did the sheriff of the small town of Bath show such respect?
Rhodes didn't expect this fat man to be Paul's cousin, but judging from their figures and appearances, they looked like relatives, they were all chubby.

"Sit down, would you like something to drink?"

Paul lit the kerosene lamp on the table while looking at Rhode attentively.

"Just give me a cup of tea, Mr. Paul, do you live alone in your house?"

Rhodes sat on the sofa, looked at Paul's house, and asked casually.

"There are also my wife and daughter at home. My wife is suffering from bowel disease. My daughter came back a few days ago and is taking care of her."

Paul put the brewed tea on the coffee table. Of course, he only made it for Rhodes, and Lu Qi didn't have a share. Even he himself only drank the cold water in the water tank.

"Sorry to bother you so late."

After hearing that the other party's wife was ill, Rhodes expressed his apology.

"It's nothing, the mother and daughter haven't slept yet." Paul whispered. "Mr. Rhodes, are you coming to see me because it is related to the case of Sir Wiasfe?"

Paul felt that Rhodes came to him for nothing. According to what the cousin said in the letter, Mr. Rhodes most likely came to him to inquire about some cases.

As for the recent case in the small town of Bath, the only one that is more famous is the case of Sir Wisf.

"Yes, I want to ask something about Sir Wiasf. I heard from Lu Qi that you were the one who confirmed that the deceased was Sir Wiasf. Did you really see the other person's face at that time?"

Rhodes eyes flickered, and asked in a low voice.

Paul touched his chubby chin, recalled carefully, and after a while, he said with certainty: "Although the face of the corpse was so damaged that it was almost impossible to see clearly, some basic judgments can still be distinguished. He is Sir Wysfell."

Paul gave an affirmative answer.

Although he also suspected that the dead person was someone else, after finally getting some photos about Jazz from the butler Lance, he carefully compared the photos and the corpse, and finally confirmed that the dead person was indeed Sir Wisfell.

"Ah."

Rhodes narrowed his eyes.

Things seem to be getting a little confusing.

He originally thought that he had pretended what happened to Sir Wiasfe, and that someone else might have died, but right now, he felt that the development of the matter was beyond his expectations.

Paul also noticed the change in Rhodes' expression.

He lowered his head, thinking that it was better not to tell Rhodes what his daughter had heard about the conversation between Sir Wisf and Butler Lance in the attic.

The less trouble, the better.

If things can end in such a way.

Then the curse of the Whisper family may also be able to die from now on.

Something about that curse has been spread in the small town of Bath since Paul's grandfather's generation.

The curse that represents a terrible fate, the curse that has kept the people of the small town of Bath in a terrible situation for generations, I hope it can be buried with the death of Sir Wyesf.

"If that's the case, then excuse me."

Rhodes got up and left.

Lu Qi also left and left. His task has been completed. The money he earned today is the total amount he earned from opening the tavern in a week, which is already very profitable.

on the carriage.

Rhodes pondered for a moment, and decided to go to Sir Wisf's castle to take a look.

"Old Moore, take me to the castle in the west."

Rhodes pointed to the castle standing on the edge of the steep cliff under the pale moonlight.

"Okay, Mr. Rhodes."

Old Moore put away the iron kettle, pulled up the reins, and was about to leave.

Suddenly, there was a horrifying scream from the rural hut on the side.

Rhodes narrowed his eyes and looked aside.

With a big belly, Paul opened the door and ran towards him.

"Mr. Rhodes! Mr. Rhodes! Please wait a moment, please help me!!!"

(End of this chapter)