Honkai Summoning.

"Huh?" Tranton exclaimed in confusion.

"Young Master, look." Su Mo extended a finger and lifted Hilda's chin, removing the shadow from her face.

Trent walked over with interest, looked it over, and nodded: "Indeed, it's quite good."

Hilda, now nineteen, is somewhat thin due to prolonged lack of food and clothing, but her face is still very beautiful. Ignoring her messy hair, Hilda, with the powder off her face, can indeed be called a beauty.

Even from the critical perspective of the Trandon nobles, this was the case.

“Isn’t that right, young master? It’s an era that values ​​appearance these days. Why do you think you get such much better treatment than that idiot Benson in that godforsaken place?” Su Mo said.

"Ahem!" Tranton coughed twice, interrupting Su Mo, and glared at him fiercely.

The devil was right; life on the island was humiliating for a nobleman like him. But... to be honest, he was actually living quite well, with food, clothing, and a bed. If it were Benson and the others, they would have been too happy to leave.

This wasn't because of Tranton's identity, but because he had a handsome face.

"Arno and the others have already lowered the family's image a lot. The two of us alone can't save these teammates..." Su Mo's tone was low and desolate, full of the loneliness of a god leading four collapsing.

He believed that Tranton would understand this loneliness.

“That’s right.” Sure enough, Tranton understood. He nodded and looked at Hilda. “You’ve all heard what we said. If you don’t want to die, go to your rooms on the first floor and get some sleep. Tomorrow, I’ll arrange for someone to train you.”

Although Hilda didn't believe the strange reason, she knew what the right choice was at this moment. She led a few teenagers, gave a perfunctory bow, and hurriedly left.

Trent wasn't worried about them escaping; there were three demons living in the house—the Seven Deadly Sins were divided into seven, each lurking in a dark corner like a venomous snake.

If Hilda and the others try to escape, they'll likely die in the garden before they even get out of the manor's iron gates.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Viscount Gerald

"Alright, now you can tell me why we kept these people here, right?" Tranton asked after Hilda left.

Because Hilda is beautiful?

Well, regarding this reason, Tranton thought that given the "casual personality" of the demon before him, it might actually be true.

However, Trent can also be certain that this reason is only a small part of the whole, and definitely not the most important one.

“Because they are clean,” Su Mo said.

“Clean?” Tranton narrowed his eyes and removed the eyepatch from his left eye. “You mean…”

“Well, what I mean is, they might not necessarily be people from those hidden enemies... I don’t want to have to taste the food before eating in the future, just in case you get poisoned someday,” Su Mo said.

After the upheavals in the Wobbs family, the original servants had long since left, and relying solely on Su Mo and his group was far from enough to get the manor running again.

Tranton was just a young master before. Apart from a butler, he was not familiar with the servants who had left and did not know where they had gone. Therefore, it was necessary to gather some people back.

And among these people, who knows if a spy or two might be sent in.

Previously, Tranton's being sent to that island could be described as a daring gamble by a hostile force. Now that Tranton has returned, he will inevitably be on someone's kill list.

In the capital, those people couldn't act openly, so taking action covertly became their only option.

Su Mo didn't want Tranton to be happily eating a meal one day, only to suddenly roll his eyes and die.

He had to make sure that the people he brought into the estate next were clean.

Hilda is undoubtedly a very good candidate... If Hilda is here and everything is arranged, Su Mo will have nothing to say.

If the other side's power has truly grown to this extent, and they know everything about Tranton who secretly returned, they probably wouldn't need to deal with Tranton in secret.

It's important to understand that there were no telephones or telegraphs in this world, and even carrier pigeons were only owned by a few noble families.

All information transmission relies entirely on human effort.

“Indeed, that’s a problem. Can you cook?” Tranton asked. Come to think of it, in this capital city, the person he trusted most, perhaps even the only one, was this demon before him who wanted to devour his soul.

This is undeniably ironic.

"Yes, but young master, you wouldn't want me to waste my abilities on such trivial matters, would you?" Su Mo said with a smile.

Su Mo had no intention of becoming the kind of personal butler who would do everything for his master, and he had no interest in doing chores.

"As long as you can guarantee my safety, I'll leave this matter to you." Tranton waved his hand.

"By the way, young master, do you have a key to the basement?" Su Mo suddenly asked.

"basement?"

Tranton paused for a moment, then shook his head. "No, but it should be in my father's bedroom. If no one else goes in, I think I'll be able to find it."

"Then please find the key before you go to sleep, young master. Soon, the basement will come in handy," Su Mo said meaningfully.

“I’ve never been inside that basement either, so I don’t know what’s inside,” Tranton said, frowning.

At such a young age, there were already slight wrinkles between his brows, which shows that being a nobleman is not as easy as one might imagine.

Of course, if all you want to do is squander your family fortune, it's quite easy.

However, it is clear that Tranton, burdened by a blood feud, is unwilling to become one of those spoiled brats in the capital.

What's the point of revenge if you don't participate in it yourself? All Tranton needs to do is take care of his health, exercise every day, and wait for his enemy to die of old age.

“Even if someone was locked up, I think he should have starved to death after such a long time,” Su Mo said.

There were no signs of forced entry or exit through the basement door. If the key had not been lost and there was no other entrance or exit, no one would have entered or exited since the day Trent's father died.

“I’ll look for it,” Tranton yawned.

"Young Master, sweet dreams." Su Mo bowed slightly.

With a wave of his hand in response to Su Mo's words, Tranton walked towards the bedroom on the third floor. The room originally belonged to his father, but now it belonged to Tranton, the head of the Worbus family and its only bloodline.

"Let's go and enjoy the wonderful night in the capital."

Stepping out of the room, Su Mo addressed Arno and the two demons, Seven Sins, who were waiting outside.

"Not going to arrest someone?" Arno frowned.

"You really have no sense of humor. I was just putting it more elegantly. Did you expect me to tell others that we're going to catch some unlucky guy and bring him back?" Su Mo glanced at Arno helplessly.

"I see." Arno nodded.

"Alright, let's go." Su Mo walked to the balcony connected to the study and jumped off.

The second floor here is much higher than the second floor in his original world, but for these demons and "pseudo-demons," this height poses no danger whatsoever.

The three demons jumped off the second-floor balcony and quickly disappeared into the night.

Before long, the group reappeared on the bustling streets of the capital, blending into the crowd—though not particularly well.

At least Su Mo's appearance and Arno's physique attracted a lot of attention.

With a swift but unhurried pace, the three demons traversed most of the capital and arrived at another area of ​​the Thorn City.

This place is not the "aristocratic area" where Worbus Manor is located; the surrounding buildings are noticeably lower and more ordinary.

As night deepened, the number of pedestrians on the streets became extremely small.

Occasionally, a few people would appear, and upon seeing Su Mo and his two companions in black, they would quicken their pace, unwilling to make eye contact with them.

“Our clothes are so expensive, do we look like bad guys?” Su Mo turned to look at Arno.

“Of course not,” Seven Sins interjected.

"It's probably because you look too fierce." Su Mo quickly figured out why these three guys were feared. "By the way, Arno, can't you switch to a human form?"

"You think you can switch to a human form or something?" Arno retorted irritably.

"As expected, no one can do it." Having obtained the information he wanted, Su Mo shrugged and said with a helpless expression.

During their casual conversation, the three of them arrived at a small manor.

It is called a small manor because the entire manor in front of us is not as big as the house in the Worbs Manor.

The house wasn't much different from the surrounding houses, except that it had a small garden.

The city of Thorns is formally and systematically divided into the Upper City, Middle City, Lower City, East and West City districts, and a continuously expanding new city district. Currently, Su Mo and his group are located at the border between the Middle City and Lower City districts.

The lower city was inhabited by commoners and the lower classes. The middle city was inhabited by the wealthy and minor nobles, while the upper city was the residence of royalty and high nobility.

The eastern and western districts are a bit more chaotic, with all sorts of people there. There are luxurious manors belonging to earls, as well as houses that are drafty and can hardly be called houses.

"Why be so cautious, even staying in a place like this? Isn't that just burying your head in the sand? Doesn't it make others think that your status as a viscount is strange?"

Looking at the "little manor" in front of him, Su Mo muttered something.

Their destination, which they rushed there overnight, was clear: the owner of the house—Viscount Gerald.

Under normal circumstances, a viscount, not an honorary title, would not live in a place where the lower and middle districts meet.

While the British Empire had many nobles of various kinds, it wasn't to the point where dukes were everywhere and marquises were as common as dogs. Even a viscount without his own family fiefdom could easily find a decent residence in the central city.

Viscount Gerald, a viscount with his own fiefdom, lived in such a place.

It has to be said that it is a strange thing. According to Su Mo's idea, it would be better to integrate into the small noble circle in the central district, so that he would not be so conspicuous.

That's right, this Viscount Gerald is no ordinary viscount.

He was the one who sent Transon to that island, and Lady Liz's only contact, making him a link between the island and the empire.

As for whether it's the only one, we'll find out soon.

The high walls that were no match for ordinary people could not stop Su Mo and his group. The four-in-one Seven Deadly Sins split back into four and guarded four key positions.

Su Mo and Arno went directly to the outside of the house, easily climbed up along some protrusions, and arrived at the balcony on the third floor.

A faint light emanated from a window not far from the balcony, indicating that the occupant of the room was not asleep.

Gerald was pacing anxiously back and forth in his bedroom.

These past few days, he's been quite irritable, making it difficult for him to fall asleep every night. He can only rely on this kind of pre-sleep exercise to tire himself out and make it easier to fall asleep.

The reason for his frustration was simple: the two ships that should have arrived at the port more than ten days ago still hadn't reached the harbor.

Gerald initially thought it was just a few days' delay due to bad weather—a fairly common occurrence.

However, as time went on, no ships appeared in the port, which made Gerald increasingly uneasy.

"Could something have happened in that place?"

This thought has been echoing in Gerald's mind for the past few days.