Honkai Summoning.

With Mrs. Liz's wealth, settling these people in would not be a problem at all.

Chapter Twenty-Three: This is different from what was agreed upon!

"Stop sighing, let's go." Looking at the familiar city walls before him, Tranton's expression was somewhat complicated, and he let out a soft sigh.

"Oh, yes, young master."

"Yes, young master."

After spending these days together, Tranton had completely turned Benson and Martin into his loyal followers, who obeyed his every word. This fully demonstrated the qualities of a truly powerful and arrogant nobleman.

"Humans are really interesting."

Seven Sins, who was standing next to him, muttered something under his breath.

This demon is a typical bully who preys on the weak. He has little respect for his master, but is very respectful to Su Mo and Arno, his two “kin” who could hang him up and beat him.

Fortunately, Martin had suffered hardships since childhood and had never lived the life of a pampered young master. For him, having a demon with whom he had a contract was like having an extra henchman rather than a butler.

I never thought of asking Seven Sins for help with my daily life, let alone taking care of me.

Benson was somewhat more knowledgeable in this area, and sometimes he would order Arnold to do things for him. Arnold would then complete these tasks meticulously.

Of the three demons, Arno, who doesn't look like a butler at all, is the one who looks most like a qualified butler.

"Young Master, which way do we go?"

Seeing that Trent took the lead but did not head towards the city gate, instead slightly adjusting his direction, Martin couldn't help but ask.

"I'll let you see this city gate and this section of the city wall up close another time," Tranton said.

The City of Thorns is not a closed city; in fact, the walls that were originally used for defense were demolished long ago as the City of Thorns expanded.

The city gates and walls that Martin and his companions see now are one of the landmarks of the City of Thorns, but not the only entrance.

It's also easier to enter the City of Thorns from other places, at least you don't have to slowly move with the crowds here.

The three carriages left the main road and chose another route, joining other pedestrians and carriages, like a small drop of water merging into the ocean, and thus entered the City of Thorns.

There was not a ripple.

Until... Tranton and his group arrived outside the manor of the Worbus family patriarch in Thorn City.

The sky had darkened, the sun had set, and only a sliver of afterglow shone from the other side of the mountains into the city of thorns, less bright than the city's lights.

The streets outside Worbus Estate were very quiet, with few bright lights, and the entire estate was gradually shrouded in darkness, appearing somewhat eerie and silent.

"I am back."

Looking at the manor before him, Tranton murmured something to himself and then ordered, "Sebastian, open the door for me."

The iron gate outside the manor was tightly shut, and Tranton didn't have the key to open the locked gate, so this task naturally had to be left to his rather incompetent butler.

Despite his shortcomings, Su Mo couldn't possibly let Tranton down in this matter.

With a series of creaking sounds, the somewhat heavy iron gate slowly opened. A smooth road leading to the magnificent, castle-like building behind the garden appeared before Tranton and his companions, unobstructed.

"Young Master."

Without taking the carriage again, Tranton was just about to stride back home when Su Mo called him back.

"What?" Tranton turned his head.

"Have you noticed something's not right?" Su Mo asked.

"Something's not right?" Tranton paused, then frowned. "What do you mean?"

Su Mo didn't speak, but simply stretched out his hand in front of Tranton, extending two fingers. There was a small rust mark on the fingertips of his white glove.

Unlike demons like Arno who come with their own clothes, Su Mo naturally needs to change into appropriate clothes when he comes to this world.

He was dressed in black, a more concise and clean-cut outfit than the butler's tuxedo of this world, and somewhat similar in style to a suit on Earth.

Of course, it looks better with more details.

On his hands, he wore a pair of pristine white gloves. Partly to follow the trend, and partly to cover the contract mark on the back of his hands.

Similarly, Tranton also wore an eye patch to cover the not-so-obvious contract mark in his eyes—making him look even more like Ciel.

Now, Tranton is looking at the marks on Su Mo's gloves with his other, unobstructed eye.

“Mr. Wilbur was expelled from…the capital a little over a month ago. Before he left, your uncles and elders were living in the manor,” Su Mo said calmly. “Now it seems that’s not the case.”

Trent turned his head and looked again at the manor where he had lived for many years, a slight unease rising in his heart.

His devilish butler was right, something's not right!

Something's wrong with the manor in front of us!

Even the streets outside the manor are not normal!

It was quiet, so quiet that only a few streetlights cast their glow, and there was no one else... not even anyone else. Even the shops along the street had their doors tightly shut.

Worbus Manor is located in the upper-class aristocratic area of ​​Thorn City, but being a noble doesn't mean being far from the hustle and bustle. It is indeed quieter than other places, but it still has the necessary facilities, such as cafes and an opera house.

At night, such places don't become quiet as darkness falls; instead, they become even more lively.

But now, the door to the café on the street outside the manor is tightly shut—just like the other shops nearby.

Inside the manor—to be precise, the entire Worbus Manor—not a single light emanated from it. Although it wasn't completely dark yet, it was certainly dark enough that lights should have been turned on.

I can't speak for other aspects, but when it comes to enjoyment, the nobility are absolutely unmatched. Night falls without lights; that seems completely out of character for the nobility.

If they can so readily accept the darkness and go to sleep early, they might as well stay away from the capital and find a corner in the countryside, where the air is much fresher and quieter at night.

“Not only is the manor deserted, but no one lives nearby either.” Tranton’s brows furrowed deeply.

He had imagined that when he returned, he would encounter difficulties from the elders or other more insidious methods.

However, Tranton didn't care. With a powerful demon butler, he was absolutely safe. In addition, with a legitimate reason, it was only a matter of time before he regained his position as the head of the Worbus family and took control of the Worbus family.

Moreover, that time won't be too long.

Tranton had already made plans and preparations for all of this.

But Tranton never expected that upon his return, he would not be met with the methods of his elders, but rather with a manor that had lost its vitality and become like a haunted house.

Despite all his calculations, Tranton had not anticipated this situation.

What happened to the promised plot of taking back the family fortune from those foolish collateral branches? Why does the manor look like an abandoned haunted house? This isn't what we were expecting!

"Go and find out what happened," Su Mo said to Madam Liz, then glanced at Seven Sins. "You stay close and tell us the situation as soon as possible."

Lady Liz nodded, and one of the Seven Sins stepped aside to follow her.

The Seven Deadly Sins aren't particularly strong in combat, but their usefulness is considerable. Their seven bodies, capable of splitting and merging at will, are essentially a super-advanced communicator for Su Mo.

Tranton and the others did not have this concept, but Su Mo, who came from Earth, naturally brought out the full potential of the Seven Sins.

Two demons, a super henchman, and a super communicator—Su Mo was quite satisfied with this combination.

Time passed slowly, and Seven Sins suddenly spoke up: "The manor has been uninhabited for twenty days."

"Why?" Tranton asked.

“Still asking,” Seven Sins said, pausing briefly, “because the entire Worbus family died in the manor.”

"What did you say?" Tranton's eyes widened. "The Worbus family? How many people have died in the manor?"

A strange, ambiguous smile appeared on Seven Sins' face as he slowly spoke, "Everyone, young master Tranton, now you don't need to worry about anyone stopping you from taking the position of family head. Because all the 'Wobs' have died, in just three days, starting from that night twenty-three days ago, one after another... like a curse, like a plague spreading."

“Now, you are the only one left in the Worbus family, young master Tranton.”

Tranton's mouth was slightly open, and his expression was somewhat blank and stiff.

Are all the members of the Worbus family dead?

The Worbus family wasn't a large, prosperous family, but there were still twenty or thirty members in the chaotic collateral branches, some of whom were capable of vying for the position of family head.

These people died one after another in the manor within three days?

Tranton looked at Su Mo. If it weren't for his demonic butler always being by his side, he would have suspected that this family had arrived in Thorn City ahead of time to clear the obstacles for him—using rather bloody methods.

"How did they die? What was the cause of death? And why are the streets outside so quiet?" Tranton fired off a barrage of questions.

"Don't rush. The tavern is full of people who think they know everything," Seven Sins said confidently.

It seems he and Lady Liz are gathering information in some tavern. Gathering information in such places should be the easiest.

However, the confident expression on Seven Sins' face quickly vanished, replaced by a strange look as he said, "Young Master Tranton, it seems I'm going to disappoint you. Nobody knows how they died..."

"The cause of death is unknown. There were no wounds on the body. Uh—I heard that after the coroner's examination, it was determined that the person was not poisoned."

“So…” Tranton said.

"So, Worbus Manor became a haunted house, a haunted manor, and the people in the surrounding area moved away in fear... that's how it is."

Chapter Twenty-Four: The Haunted House?

"If it weren't for this, it would have a bit of a ghost story atmosphere," Su Mo commented from the side.

“Okay, Dad. So, Worbus Manor became a haunted house, a haunted manor, and the people in the surrounding area moved away in fear.” Seven Sins immediately changed his tune.

"..."

"..."

"I told you not to use Dad as a verbal tic, and not Grandpa either." Su Mo's finger twitched.

Being called "Dad" by a weirdo isn't a very pleasant feeling, to be honest.

Although it may sound cool on the internet, if you think about it carefully, if the person calling you "Dad" were a burly man with unkempt feet, could you really accept it calmly?

Anyway, Su Mo can only accept a cute little girl calling him "Dad" or something.

“Okay, Dad… cough cough cough.” Faced with Su Mo’s murderous gaze, Seven Sins struggled to turn the situation around, and finally coughed.

"All right."

Tranton looked exhausted. "Let's go inside and take a look."

“Please wait outside for a while, young master. As a butler, how can I let my young master put himself in danger?” Su Mo said to Tranton, and strode into the manor.

Trenton didn't say much and went back to sit down in the carriage.