Honkai Summoning.

The fact that the son of the Wobbs family steward is a bandit will be a serious blow to the reputation of the Wobbs family if it gets out.

“The former, former butler, not anymore,” Darcy said. “My father was kicked out of the Worbus family by a bunch of bastards!”

"Oh?"

Tranton looked interested and said, "Tell me in detail."

"Good, good." Darcy breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed his life was spared.

The story of Wilbur is quite simple.

With the patriarch dead and the sole heir missing, the Worbus family still exists, but it can't stop some people with ulterior motives and... those branches of the family.

Those collateral branches also bear the surname Wobs. According to imperial law, if the sole heir, Trandon, does not appear within a year to inherit the position of family head, a person will be chosen from among these individuals based on bloodline to ensure the continuation of the Wobs family line.

Trent has been missing for half a year, almost a year now. Naturally, those collateral branches wouldn't just wait a year to pass. They started interfering in the affairs of the Worbus family and their businesses some time ago.

Although Wilbur was a butler, he was just a butler, and he still had to bow and address certain people respectfully.

Just like professional managers, they may seem to have a lot of power, but they are still just managers. Without the support of major shareholders, they are helpless when faced with pressure from other shareholders.

So, Wilbur, the old butler, was driven out of the capital by those people and sent to this extremely remote little place.

As for the collateral branches, they basically began to rightfully enjoy what the Worbs family had left behind.

Basically, this is a very common story: after the "father" dies, the family starts fighting over the inheritance.

Wilbur plays the role of a loyal protector of his master, trying to preserve his old master's legacy and waiting for his young master to return and inherit it. However, he is ultimately defeated by a group of bloodsucking relatives and suffers a tragic end.

Of course, as is usually the case, when such a tragic figure is about to kick the bucket, the young master will return and, carrying out his last wishes, reclaim everything that belongs to him.

"Sebastian, how much of what he said do you think is true?" Tranton asked Su Mo.

“Once we meet Wilbur, we’ll know whether it’s true or not,” Su Mo said, looking at Darcy.

“Of course, I can take you to see my father,” Darcy assured him confidently.

This matter was a private affair of the Worbus family, and it was considered a rather unpleasant family scandal, so Trandon did not want anyone else to get involved.

After Darcy showed them the way, the group split into two: Sumer and Tranton followed Darcy to see Wilbur.

The others settled in a nearby town to take care of some necessary matters so that Trent could return to the capital as quickly as possible. With Lady Liz's intelligence and Arno's strength, they believed they could accomplish this quickly—before the mastermind behind it all realized what was happening on the island.

Only after returning to the capital and appearing in everyone's sight could Tranton officially return to the stage and begin his grand revenge drama.

Before this, Tranton was just a missing little kid who could have died anywhere and no one would have cared.

“My father is right here.”

After half a day, the three of them arrived at the small village that Darcy had mentioned. Darcy pointed to a rather luxurious house that seemed out of place in the small village and said...

Tranton looked at Su Mo, and Su Mo looked at Tranton. At the same time, the same thought arose in their minds: "This is not what we agreed on!"

In their minds, Wilbur, who had been driven to this remote place, should be living in dire straits, barely clothed in a drafty little house, groaning in pain, and barely holding on by his last breath.

What's with this house with a small yard?!

With his amazing hearing, Su Mo could even faintly hear laughter coming from inside—well, it was a woman's laughter, and a rather... well, kind of laughter. You could tell at a glance that it wasn't something a respectable person would make.

"Are you sure this is the place?" Trent looked at Darcy.

“I’m sure.” Darcy nodded, then shouted at the top of his lungs, “Dad, Dad! I’m home, open the door!”

The shouting, which sounded exactly like that of a middle-aged woman next door, caught the attention of the nearby "neighbors," but upon seeing Darcy's enormous figure, they immediately closed the doors and windows.

It's as if there's some kind of monstrous flood or beast outside—in fact, that's pretty much it; what good could mountain bandits be?

Robin Hood? You're overthinking it. Money means power, and powerful people are not to be trifled with by low-level bandits.

The laughter inside the house stopped, and the second-floor window was suddenly pushed open. Before anyone could even peek out, a loud, forceful shout rang out: "You little brat, you dare come back? I'll kill you!"

Then, a long flintlock musket emerged from the window, and an elderly man with sparse white hair held it up to Darcy—well, there was basically no need for aiming, because Darcy's target was quite obvious.

"Dad, you have to help me this time, or I'm dead!"

Darcy shrank back, hiding directly behind Su Mo—although most of his body was still exposed.

"Huh?" Wilbur upstairs paused, while the people downstairs...

Before Wilbur could even see if the familiar-looking boy downstairs was Tranton, he saw his enormous son take flight and fly towards him.

Wilbur put away his flintlock pistol, took two steps back, and saw a huge body stuck in the window, its face contorted in pain.

"Let's go, young master, let's pay a visit to that former butler." Su Mo clapped his hands.

Chapter Twenty-One: The Old Butler

Wilbur looked at his son, who was stuck in the middle of the window, blinked twice, then dropped the flintlock pistol, patted his cheeks, seemingly unable to accept this reality.

As the butler of the Worbus family, Wilbur was quite worldly-wise, but just now he witnessed a scene that he could not accept at all.

He saw that Darcy was hiding behind the young man, trying to avoid his gun—though he was unsuccessful because of his size.

Then, Wilbur saw the tall, slender young man turn slightly to the side, reach back with one hand, and grab Darcy's clothes.

There weren't many violent movements in his body; he simply returned to a normal position from his slightly turned sideways position.

As the hand that had grabbed Dalcy swung, Dalcy's enormous body, which three or five strong men couldn't lift, flew up like a cannonball and got stuck in the window in front of Wilbur.

If Wilbur hadn't reacted quickly enough to put the gun away, the muzzle would have already been stuck into his son's distorted, gaping mouth.

Seeing his son's massive body stuck in the window, his face contorted in pain, Wilbur knew it was impossible not to feel heartbroken.

Although his son was disappointing, far worse than the rumors suggested, he was still his son, and Wilbur only brandished the gun to scare him.

Wilbur stepped forward and tried to tug at Darcy, attempting to pull him out of the window.

In return, Darcy let out a bloodcurdling scream.

"Come and help," Wilbur said, turning to another woman in the room, a middle-aged woman who still retained her charm.

The woman hesitated for a moment and didn't dare to step forward.

The main problem was that Darcy looked rather fierce, and coupled with the pain, his entire face was distorted, making him look quite terrifying.

"Do you think I'd shortchange you?" Wilbur glared.

Before the woman could even process her inner turmoil and overcome her fear, the locked door was pushed open, and Su Mo walked in. He glanced at the woman and said, "You can leave now." He casually tossed her some Henry.

The woman immediately beamed, stuffed all the money into her bosom, and vanished in an instant.

"You..." Wilbur looked at Su Mo, his words turning into a suppressed gasp, "Young Master Tranton, it really is you!"

“It’s me.” Tranton stepped out from behind Su Mo and said with a half-smile, “It seems you’re doing quite well.”

Wilbur coughed lightly, his not-too-old face showing no sign of discomfort, and casually changed the subject: "It's so good to see you back, young master." He perfectly demonstrated that experience counts.

"Yes, I'm back."

Trent stepped forward and gave Wilbur a gentle hug.

When Trent was a child, Wilbur, the butler, taught him many things. Later, when he got a little older, the family started hiring tutors.

In Tlandon's heart, Wilbur was actually a relative, much closer than those so-called collateral relatives.

"Tell me, what happened to the family while I was away, and how did you end up here?" Tranton asked, sitting down in a chair, his demeanor unmistakably composed.

Wilbur was momentarily dazed; in that instant, he seemed to see the deceased patriarch.

“Yes, young master, but who is this?” Wilbur turned to look at Su Mo beside him.

“Sebastian, my butler, is the one who can help me fulfill my desire for revenge,” Tranton said, revealing Su Mo’s demonic identity. He certainly wouldn’t tell anyone except those he couldn’t hide it from.

"Congratulations, young master."

Wilbur said that the man in front of him was, in his opinion, an unqualified butler. What butler would dare to walk in front of his master?

But as a henchman or bodyguard, the skill he just displayed was enough to impress Wilbur.

Wilbur had never seen anyone with such strength in all his life, someone who could grab his own son and throw him out.

Upon realizing this, Wilbur suddenly understood that his son was still stuck on the other side of the window, his painful cries dutifully serving as background music for everyone's conversation.

It was obvious that no one present liked the background music.

Su Mo walked past Wilbur, stood in front of Darcy, and kicked him directly.

The sole of his foot made intimate contact with Darcy's cheek, and Darcy screamed as he fell out of the second-floor window. He lay face down, raising one hand and waving it a few times, indicating that he could still be saved.

"Young Master, Darcy?" Wilbur's old face twitched several times before he asked cautiously.

“Mountain bandits,” Tranton said succinctly.

Wilbur's eyes widened suddenly, then his face contorted with rage. He grabbed the flintlock pistol beside him and said, "That little brat, I'll teach him a lesson for offending the young master!"

Having served as a steward for many years, he could deduce the general course of events from just two simple words.

Having come from the Empire to this remote place and weathered many storms, Wilbur could now enjoy life to the fullest. After all, as a loser, he had managed to survive and even enjoy his old age in peace; Wilbur felt incredibly lucky.

He was cunning and shrewd, and knew how to make choices.

He doesn't mind giving it his all when things are going well, but when faced with unforeseen circumstances, Wilbur is quite decisive in letting go.

But just because Wilbur can accept all this doesn't mean Dalcy can accept it—and by "unacceptable," I don't mean Dalcy is willing to sacrifice his life for the missing young master of the Walbus family.

Rather, it refers to his unwillingness to give up the bustling, decadent life of the capital and come to this remote place to spend the rest of his life.

Wilbur was clearly a powerful man. When his son showed considerable defiance and even wanted to use his meager "retirement allowance" to return to the capital, he did not hesitate to kick him out of the house.

But Wilbur never expected that Darcy would dare to become a bandit and even kidnap his own young master.

If Darcy were still in front of him at this moment, Wilbur wouldn't even be able to control his rage and shoot that good-for-nothing.

Now that Darcy is not in front of Wilbur, Wilbur's act of drawing his gun further demonstrates his stance.

“Alright, that punishment was enough. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t be seeing you now.” Tranton waved his hand, giving Wilbur a way out.

Would the old retainers in his household really force him to kill his own son? Besides, as Tranton said, if it weren't for Darcy, he really wouldn't have met Wilbur—nor would he have been able to quickly learn about the current situation in the capital.

"Thank you for your magnanimity, young master." Wilbur naturally went along with it.

“Alright, tell me about your family situation,” Tranton said.

The current situation of the Worbus family is neither complicated nor difficult to guess; it's simply a matter of the patriarch's unexpected death and the ensuing struggle for the family fortune. While the family's reputation remains, its actual strength has greatly diminished, like a house swaying in a storm.

Those in the Wobbs branch vying for power each believed they were the only ones who could truly save the Wobbs family, and no one was willing to relinquish control, leading to fierce infighting.