Odd Containment Specialist.

Chapter 239 Royal Maid
Huangfu Zuoren took out his cell phone and made a call.

Far away in Windsor Castle in the British Empire, a man's cell phone rang.

"Mr. Huangfu, how come you have time to call me? I remember that you are always very busy. You didn't come to the last party at my castle when I invited you." Carter said as he put down the knife and fork in his hand, raised his hand, and asked the servant beside him to wipe the strawberry jam off his fingers with a napkin, then he stood up and walked to the window.

Outside the window were vast expanses of green grass, with almost no human figures visible. The huge castle seemed a little gloomy even on a sunny day, but Carter had become accustomed to such a life; this was what the real life of the British royal family was like, just like his true mission, secret and quiet enough to be undisturbed by no one.

"Your Highness Carter, the last time I was a guest, you showed me a painting. Do you remember?"

Hearing Huangfu Zuoren's question, Carter frowned slightly and began to recall what happened last year.

"The family picture? Or the Judgement of King Arthur? Which one do you mean?"

"The family painting. You told me about the maid in the painting."

Upon hearing this, Carter sighed irritably, regretting his indulgence in drinking that day.

It is true that drinking can lead to mistakes. Such things are not something you can casually talk about with outsiders.

He thought Huangfu Zuoren had forgotten it, but he didn't expect that he remembered it for so long.

"Maid? Oh, there is one in the painting. She is my grandfather's personal maid. Why do you suddenly mention this?" Carter tried to play dumb to get through this difficult time, but Huangfu Zuoren did not give him this opportunity.

"You told me the story of that maid, saying that although she was a royal maid on the surface, she was actually the caretaker of your royal family. The early death of your royal descendants was not a so-called genetic problem, but was due to that maid. You also said..."

"Wait, I don't remember saying that, did I really say that?" Carter smirked.

"Really? You even said that your father and grandfather spent a lot of effort to get rid of her, and finally succeeded. You didn't sound like you were joking when you said that."

"I might have drunk too much that day. I really don't remember anything." Carter laughed.

"But I saw her." Huangfu Zuoren said suddenly.

Carter was stunned. His brain received the information accurately, but precisely because the possibility of this information was too great to accept, there was a five-second silence.

He didn't know whether he should continue pretending or ask the other party directly for specific details.

Carter's heart ached again. He recalled the summer night with thunder and rain. It was also in Windsor Castle and in the restaurant where he was standing now. His grandfather, with his hunched back and snow-white hair, sat at the head of the dining table. In the dark restaurant, only the three candlesticks spaced neatly on the long table emitted a faint light.

Under the candlelight, he could only see the vague outlines of the adults. Everyone's expression was hidden in the dim yellow light, and only the most prominent parts were outlined by the candlelight.

Carter would never forget the maid Alice standing behind his grandfather in the dim light, with her eyes emitting a faint silver light. Although he knew nothing at that time, he had already felt a depressing atmosphere that was different from the past. This suffocating feeling was like an unbreakable lock that closed the doors, windows and all exits of the restaurant.

As a child, he couldn't stand the horrible atmosphere and whispered "It's so dark". Then he heard Alice gently say to him, "Your Highness, just wait a little longer."

He trusted Alice because she had been his playmate since she was very young and had always been by his side as long as he could remember. She seemed to know everything and was more proficient in every aspect than the teachers his parents hired for him, whether it was horse riding, painting, piano, dancing, or etiquette, it seemed as if there was nothing she was not proficient in.

He always thought that Alice could completely replace those teachers who sprayed unpleasant perfume and be responsible for his education. Alice was much gentler and more professional than those teachers, and she smelled very good, but his parents did not allow his request, just because Alice was his grandfather's personal maid. "When you grow up, Alice will be your maid, and you can ask her to do whatever you want." His father once told him.

Carter had illusions about this promise until that stormy night, when everything changed.

How old were you at that time?

The exact time in my memory is a bit confusing, maybe I was thirteen, or sixteen? Or was it just ten?
Carter could no longer remember it. That memory seemed to be affected by some mysterious force and turned into an oil painting soaked in water. It was difficult to recognize the specific image. Only the most intense fragments left indelible marks on his body like a red-hot iron, just like the wound on his heart.

He could not forget the excruciating pain when his father stabbed the knife into his heart, nor could he forget Alice's cold silver eyes.

His screams at that time have now turned into nightmares, recurring in the middle of the night and tormenting his nerves.

Just one step... just one step away from completely getting rid of that woman.

"Your Highness Carter, why don't you speak?" Huangfu Zuoren's voice had a hint of smile.

Carter knew that the other party had seen through him, so he stopped trying to hide his intentions and asked directly, "Where did you see her?"

"Your Highness Carter, I have always liked your skeleton pen. Can you give it to me?"

“That’s not how the offer is made.”

"Then we'll talk about it next time. Now I have to get to work."

"and many more!"

"Have you changed your mind?"

"I can give you the pen, but just a location information is not enough to exchange for the pen. I hope you can help me. Our British royal family will definitely remember your kindness." Carter said.

This time, it was Huangfu Zuoren on the other side who remained silent.

No matter how dumb he was, he could tell what this sentence meant. It was a threat.

Huangfu Zuoren had never expected that the maid was so important to the British royal family, so important that the cynical prince would speak to him in that tone.

"I see. We are friends. I will send you the address now. However, it is not possible to take pictures because the maid is in spirit form now."

"Spiritual state?!"

"That's right. Now she is someone's possessed spirit. The owner is Xia Shou from the Jiangbo City Control Bureau."

"Xia Shou..." Carter repeated the name and nodded slowly, "I see. I'll contact you later. I need to check something now."

(End of this chapter)