Honkai Summoning.

The person in front of him was undoubtedly the blurry white figure Su Mo had just seen. However, what Su Mo had seen was not the real person, but rather a reflection in the glass opposite the study door.

That's why it was so blurry, disappearing in an instant into the closed study. Because I wasn't actually in the study, but in the collection room opposite it.

It must be said that this person's actions were perfectly timed, running past Su Mo just as he opened the door. At the same time, his footsteps were so light that they made no sound, which was truly remarkable.

If Su Mo hadn't been a studious student who knew that some glass could reflect light, he might have been fooled.

This incident teaches us how important it is to study hard.

A few minutes later, after some basic treatment, the ghost, though still unconscious, had stopped convulsing and was clearly out of danger.

Su Mo rubbed his fingers together, removing the white powder that had settled on his gloves. This inferior powder came from the face of the unconscious ghost lady before him—that deathly pale face was certainly not her original skin color.

Su Mo stood up again, and before he could even think about how to wake the unconscious person, he heard footsteps behind him, the hurried sound of bare feet landing on the hard wooden floor.

It easily evokes the image of a group of unruly children running around barefoot on the floor.

If these kids were still covered in blood and wearing tattered clothes, it would probably be the most terrifying scene in the world.

This is the scene Su Mo is seeing now.

Unfortunately, these kids' acting skills were far inferior to that of the unconscious ghost lady. The four little ones, three girls and one boy, stumbled over, trying to make a scary face.

However, their tightly clenched fists and evasive eyes showed that they were a million times more nervous and scared than Su Mo, the "object of their intimidation."

"I initially thought it was the work of the Worbus family's enemies, but now it seems I was overthinking it." Su Mo shook his head and sighed softly. "I feel like I've lost a lot of class by playing a pointless ghost-catching game with you kids. Shouldn't my opponents be those cunning, ruthless, and shrewd nobles who control this country?"

"I never expected that the first problem I would have to solve after arriving in the capital is a bunch of kids playing tricks on people at home."

I remember some great man saying that a person's opponents, in a sense, reflect a person's character and sophistication.

From this perspective, Su Mo's level of sophistication is probably comparable to that of these little brats.

How could Su Mo possibly accept this? He was able to turn the tide despite the world's will's rejection, successfully escape, and even turn the tables on that high-class man!

So, after this high-class man had slapped the little brats' bottoms until they were swollen, he finally locked them, along with the unconscious ghost lady, in a guest room.

After that, Su Mo naturally went to find Young Master Tranton, who was still waiting outside.

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Hilda felt incredibly unlucky, so unlucky that she would choke on her water—no, so unlucky that she sometimes couldn't even get a drink of water when she wanted to.

As a resident of the capital, Hilda had absolutely no fondness for this bustling and magnificent city of thorns.

The city's prosperity, beauty, friendliness, and all its goodness are only shown to the wealthy and the aristocracy.

Orphans like Hilda lived at the very bottom of the capital, seeing only filth and darkness.

Even New York City, one of the most bustling cities on Earth, has a chaotic Queens district.

In this world, the city of thorns naturally hides even more darkness, making it all the more suffocating.

Hilda's ability to grow up in such an environment, despite her difficult circumstances, demonstrates her remarkable resilience and extraordinary courage.

That's why she dared to bring her group of younger siblings, who were not related by blood but were also struggling to survive at the bottom of the capital, to stay at this most famous ghost manor in the capital.

She even made preparations before checking in: if anyone showed interest in the manor, she would dress up as a ghost to scare them away, hoping to deter them and keep them there for a while.

As for the legendary ghosts that haunt the dead, such rumors might frighten pampered nobles, but they wouldn't faze someone like Hilda.

Even if I have a worthless life, and even if there are ghosts claiming my life, at least I can sleep in such a luxurious manor for a few nights, which is worth it.

However, people are not as good as heaven.

On Hilda's first night secretly bringing her younger siblings to the manor, before she even had a chance to enjoy the soft mattress and blankets she had never experienced before.

Su Mo then led his young master "home in glory".

Hilda's first night at Worbus Manor was nothing like the wonderful experience she had imagined. Not only did she not get a good night's sleep on the soft bed, but her "scary plan" from the beginning also failed to work at all.

At this moment, Hilda felt her hands trembling slightly, and a throbbing pain came from the back of her head, where a large lump must have swollen.

However, Hilda didn't dare to touch the back of her head.

Because in front of her were two people, one sitting and one standing—to be precise, a young nobleman and his butler.

As for why she was so sure, Hilda could smell the faint arrogance on the kid's face and the aristocratic aura emanating from him from a great distance.

However, the butler-like fellow next to him, with a faint smile on his face, didn't seem like any of the butlers Hilda had ever seen.

However, Hilda was certain that this guy was a million times worse than any noble butler she had ever met.

This can be seen in the little girl behind Hilda, who tries to shrink herself in but can't help touching her own bottom, wincing in pain.

Chapter Twenty-Six: This is an era that judges by appearance!

Tranton's gaze swept over Hilda and the children behind her, his thoughts unreadable.

Although the room was brightly lit, it had a suffocating atmosphere, even more terrifying than the dark manor.

"Arno, don't do that. We can't have a proper conversation if you keep doing that," Su Mo said, turning his head towards the door.

"Don't you need any help?" Arno asked, frowning. He was there on Benson's orders to help Master Tranton interrogate the people who had appeared at the manor.

Arno doesn't know anything about interrogation techniques, but as a demon from hell, he knows how to use his terrifying aura to intimidate his prey and make them obediently offer up their lives.

“No need, I don’t care, but your killing intent is being released indiscriminately…my young master is also affected,” Su Mo said.

Arno stood by the door, emanating boundless killing intent like a terrifying prehistoric beast.

He wasn't targeting any particular person, but rather including everyone present—everyone here, except Su Mo, is trash!

In other words, apart from Su Mo, everyone was so intimidated by Arno's aura that they couldn't speak, so what kind of interrogation was that!

"Then I'm leaving." Arno nodded, opened the door and walked out.

Tranton's straight back relaxed slightly, appearing to have a subtle curve, and he looked at Hilda and asked, "Who sent you?"

"Who are you?" Hilda didn't answer, but asked instead.

Tranton raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "You don't even know who I am, yet you dare to show up in my manor. You've got some nerve."

“What do you mean your manor? This isn’t the Worbs… wait, you’re the missing young master of the Worbs family!” Hilda’s eyes widened suddenly as she looked at Tranton.

The events that happened to the Worbus family had already spread throughout the entire Thorn City, so Hilda couldn't possibly be unaware of them.

But wasn't it rumored that the young master had died? When did he appear? Could it be that he never disappeared at all?

Hilda had initially thought these people were "intruders" like herself, but now that she learned they were the true owners of the house, she immediately lost her earlier assertiveness.

"Young Master, I don't think these people were sent by anyone," Su Mo said at the right moment.

"Why?" Tranton asked, frowning.

"It's simple. These people are too stupid to pose any threat to you. I don't think the enemies hiding in the shadows are stupid enough to send these people here to do anything."

"Besides, I doubt anyone else knows we've come to the capital..."

Along the way, Su Mo and his companions rode at breakneck speed, never revealing their identities. This world wasn't like Su Mo's original one, where information traveled incredibly fast. The young master of the Wobs family sounded famous, but who knew what he actually looked like?

"Looking at their outfits, I'm pretty sure they just wanted to play ghosts or something and scare me away."

"If I'm not mistaken, these people are just a bunch of audacious fools who want to stay in this haunted manor temporarily," Su Mo said with a smile.

Hilda blinked twice, concealing her surprise.

The butler in front of them was absolutely right; they were indeed a group of audacious individuals who wanted to temporarily reside in this haunted manor—no, they weren't fools.

Only the first part of this person's statement is correct.

"So that's how it is. In that case, let's kill him." Tranton waved his hand, uttering words that were utterly cold and incongruous with his face and age.

During his time on the island, Tranton had already lost his kindness and compassion.

Upon hearing Tranton's words, Hilda's eyes widened once again, her expression one of utter disbelief and shock. She never imagined that this young master, who was the talk of the town in various circles of the capital and was admired and pitied by many, would utter such cold and ruthless words so casually.

That indifferent attitude that doesn't care about human life at all.

To be honest, Hilda has been in the capital for so long, and even those special gangsters who would pull out a knife at the drop of a hat and could be completely different over a bowl of porridge, would not use such a cold attitude to decide the life and death of a few people.

"Damn it, the nobles are really the real villains! All those bosses are bullshit!" With her mind a bit of a mess, Hilda's thoughts had completely drifted off to a completely different level.

“Young Master, if you keep doing this, we’ll be censored. Why can’t people be more positive? Why can’t you spread laughter and love? All this fighting and killing is so discordant.” Su Mo said that he, a good person, could not accept Tranton’s decision.

Tranton looked at Su Mo and said, "You... a demon, are you telling me this?" When he said the word "demon," Tranton lowered his voice so that only Su Mo could hear it.

“But it doesn’t matter.” Just when Hilda thought Tranton would scold her butler for overstepping his bounds, Tranton changed the subject, “Whatever you plan to do, I won’t disagree with it if I’m satisfied.”

“My idea is, young master, to let them stay—can you cook and clean?” Su Mo asked, turning his head.

"meeting."

Hilda and the children behind her nodded repeatedly.

As orphans who survived by their own efforts, such things were naturally easy for them, although they might not be able to cook them well or clean them properly.

"That's good. You will stay and serve as servants of the Wobs family... From now on, you will be members of the Wobs family in life and in death. Treat the Wobs family as your own life. The honor of the family and the young master is above all else, above your own lives. When the young master and the family's reputation is tarnished, you will use your own blood to make the Wobs family shine brightly again. Can you do that?" Su Mo said.

Tranton's lips twitched. In his long speech just now, this guy hadn't done a single thing, yet now he was demanding this of others.

Even demons shouldn't be this shameless!

Hilda's hands, trembling slightly, were clenched tightly together behind her back, and she remained silent for a long time.

The eldest sister didn't speak, and the remaining children naturally kept quiet as well.

After a long pause, Hilda finally spoke, "Why us?"

The Worbus family is a marquisate, second only to the royal family and dukes in the entire empire. If they were to express any intention to recruit servants, countless people would flock to them.

Hilda believed that even some well-off families would be willing to send their children over.

Despite the current turmoil within the Worbus family, the return of the sole heir means that the Marquis family will represent the highest echelons of the empire, embodying wealth and power.

Hilda couldn't understand why the butler in front of her would suddenly ask them, a group of petty thieves, to become servants of the Worbus family.

It sounds like selling oneself, but Hilda understands that it's like opening a bright future for them.

"why?"

Su Mo chuckled and strode over. The sound of his hard shoes hitting the floor was quite clear in the quiet night, as if he were stepping on Hilda's heart.

With each step Su Mo took, Hilda felt her heart pounding faster, and her hands behind her trembled even more violently—the frequency increased, but the amplitude decreased.

He bent down and stared at Hilda's face. Just as Hilda's breathing became more and more rapid, Su Mo finally spoke up: "Of course it's because you're good-looking."