Honkai Summoning.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Missing Person Has Returned!

Gerald himself didn't know what that place was for.

He was simply instructed to transport some supplies to a small island whose location he didn't even know.

At first, it was a tough job, but Gerald was freed up when the ambitious Mrs. Liz barged in on his own.

He dumped all sorts of miscellaneous tasks on Mrs. Liz, while he himself became a hands-off manager. However, this time, Gerald felt that he had been a hands-off manager too thoroughly, and after discovering the "flight schedule" was delayed, he became completely helpless.

The only thing we could do was to go to the port every now and then to ask if those two ships had arrived.

But what's the point?

The powerful figures behind him don't want to see Gerald's diligent attitude; they want to see a result!

One reason why two ships carrying supplies were delayed for more than ten days.

If Gerald can explain himself clearly enough to satisfy the powerful figures behind him, they won't care even if he lies at home sleeping every day.

Conversely, even if Gerald works as hard as an ox plowing the fields every day, if he fails to deliver a satisfactory result in the end, his fate will still be miserable.

A mere viscount, even with his own fiefdom, is utterly insignificant in the eyes of those terrifying big shots.

"Damn it, what on earth happened?!"

Lost in thought, Gerald couldn't help but grab a pillow from the bed and smash it hard towards the door.

"Oh, Your Excellency seems quite agitated."

The flying pillow was caught by someone, and Gerald heard a slightly mocking voice before realizing that the bedroom door had been opened at some point.

Two men who looked somewhat like butlers walked in.

The person walking in front tossed the pillow aside as they spoke.

Gerald opened his mouth, a look of terror on his face: "I...I..."

“Don’t be nervous, Your Excellency. We’re just here to ask you some questions,” Su Mo said.

“I know, I know,” Gerald nodded repeatedly. “Give me some time, give me three more days, no, give me two more days. I’m sure I can find out where those two ships are, and I will give you a satisfactory answer, sir.”

Arno paused for a moment, and his terrifying aura subsided slightly.

Su Mo's smile remained unchanged as he walked up to Gerald and said, "However, the master is getting impatient; he wants to see you tonight... But rest assured, we will bring you back safely and intact—in the name of that master." As he spoke, Su Mo pointed his index finger at the ceiling.

From what he just said, Su Mo could easily understand that Gerald had mistaken them for another group. If he wasn't mistaken, it should be the force behind the island.

"It seems the news has already spread, but it doesn't matter. I never intended to hide it anyway," Su Mo thought to himself.

“…I’m only meeting you tonight. Do I still have a chance?” Gerald said.

"Are you doubting me?" Su Mo's smile vanished.

“No, no.” Gerald shook his head repeatedly.

"That's good, please, Your Excellency."

Under the "escort" of Su Mo and Arno, Gerald dared not resist and obediently followed them out.

However, as time went on, Gerald began to feel that something was wrong; the place they longed for was actually the Upper Town.

Although Gerald was quite certain that the important figure who had hired him, whom he had never even seen in person, was a nobleman from the Upper City, he had never been brought to the Upper City so openly before.

Minor nobles like Gerald are excluded; the major nobles have always been very careful about their reputation and family honor, and would not leave any obvious evidence against them.

How could the nobles of the Upper City do something as heinous as constantly transporting children to some island, even the sons of marquises?

"Am I not going to survive this time? No, or has I been truly accepted?" Gerald's mind was in turmoil as he mechanically followed Su Mo.

"arrive."

After an unknown amount of time, Gerald suddenly heard the voice of the young man who called himself "Sebastian".

"here?"

Gerald jerked his head up, his face filled with horror. He had unknowingly arrived in the Upper Town—which was normal. Gerald had prepared himself mentally, but wasn't this the Worbs family's estate?

Gerald never forgot that he had watched with his own eyes as the young master of the Worbus family was put onto that ship.

Why are we now outside this manor?

Gerald stared wide-eyed at Su Mo.

"Although I really want to tell you that the person behind you has a really bad sense of humor and wanted to entertain you in such a special place, unfortunately... your guess is absolutely right."

"Young Master Tranton is back."

"Nice to meet you. Let me formally introduce myself. I am Sebastian Garmad, the new butler of the Worbus family. I think many people in the capital will remember this name in the coming days."

Looking at the smiling man before him, who seemed like a devil, Gerald opened his mouth, wanting to shout.

But a huge, thick hand had already grabbed his neck and tightened its grip, silencing Gerald's voice.

“Arno is still useful, don’t strangle him. I think with the Viscount’s intelligence, he should know what to do next, right?” Su Mo said.

However, Arno clearly didn't give Su Mo any face. He slightly changed the location of his fingers and directly squeezed Gerald unconscious.

He hoisted Gerald onto his shoulder like a chick and walked straight into the manor, saying as he went, "This is faster, and we don't have to worry about the guy yelling."

"That's really rude of you," Su Mo said from behind.

Arno paused, turned to look at Su Mo, and said, "You seem to have been influenced by this world, which is not good. As a strong person, you should not be swayed by anything external and should stick to your own principles."

With that, Arno strode away, exuding the aura of a powerful figure.

As for the Seven Sins, he naturally wouldn't get involved in the disagreement between the two "fathers." He smiled ingratiatingly at Su Mo and followed along.

After standing there for a while, Su Mo tilted his head and suddenly laughed: "Benxin, do I really have such a thing? But what Arno said seems to make sense. I seem to be too obsessed with this world, which is not good."

Trent probably couldn't find the key to the basement door.

Su Mo didn't disturb his young master's sweet dream. He simply tied Viscount Gerald up, gagged him, and stuffed him under the bed in a servant's room to make sure he wouldn't escape.

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The next morning, the capital city was gradually awakening from its slumber, and liveliness and activity began to spread across the city known as the City of Thorns, signifying the start of a new day.

For ordinary people, this day is not much different from any other day, except that it provides a little more to talk about.

But for the nobles of the empire, especially those living in the upper city of the capital, this day was anything but ordinary.

On this morning, an incredibly luxurious carriage stopped outside the largest manor in the upper city, or rather, outside the royal palace, which had already transcended the boundaries of a manor.

The two crossed swords on the carriage, with a strange potato symbol beneath them, were known to the nobles of the Upper Town as the coat of arms of the Worbus family!

The Worbus family's carriage appeared outside the palace early in the morning.

What's the reason?

No, before asking that question, what's even more intriguing is who's sitting inside that carriage?

Just days before, the Worbus family bloodline had been effectively severed.

Apart from the missing young master Tranton, all the other "Wobbs" have been confirmed dead.

This carriage is not for just anyone to use.

Even royalty cannot use this carriage, which represents the Worbus family, without the owner's permission.

This question can actually be answered without much effort.

Because carriages are not allowed inside the palace—at least not by outsiders.

Therefore, the owner of a carriage parked outside the palace would inevitably disembark. Before their identity could be confirmed, the guards would not allow the person in the carriage to pass.

So, while Tranton was still in the palace, the news of the return of the missing young master of the Worbus family spread like wildfire throughout the noble circles of the capital.

Many people were told by their butlers the moment they woke up that the young master of the marquis family had returned.

Many people mumbled in a daze, "He's back! It's amazing, we all thought he was dead." Then they were helped to get dressed and began a day of either busy or leisurely life.

Some people, upon hearing this news, waved for their butlers to leave and sat on their beds, lost in thought.

If there were some kind of super-microstar monitoring system at this time, Su Mo and Tranton could determine who was behind the Wobs family by observing the actions of various people.

Su Mo was waiting outside, feeling utterly bored.

Meanwhile, Transon was having a cordial and friendly conversation with Henry XI, the master of the capital.

The two sides talked for quite a while before Henry XI, who was already middle-aged, watched Trandon leave with the doting gaze one might give a child.

As for how much sincerity was in that gaze, probably no one but himself knew.

Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Broken Clue

In fact, the content of their conversation was not very substantial. Henry XI expressed his regret over what had happened to the Worbus family in the past six months and stated that Trandon was fully capable of inheriting the title and leading the Worbus family to regain its glory.

When necessary, the royal family will also provide significant assistance.

A bunch of meaningless official jargon, the only useful thing being the statement that he supported Tranton's succession to the title.

This at least demonstrates the royal family's stance, warning the enemies of the Worbs family to behave themselves.

The Worbus family has already suffered enough. Now that their only heir has finally returned, let him inherit everything that rightfully belongs to him smoothly, and for the time being, let's not cause any trouble.

Tranton's purpose in coming here was not to seek royal support for his revenge or to provide any assistance.

In fact, the royal family has always played the role of sitting back and turning a blind eye to the "undercurrents" between other families.

Intervention will only be implemented when the two sides truly clash and threaten the stability of the empire.

Tranton knew very well that if he wanted revenge, he could only rely on himself and his devilish butler. He came to the palace this time for two reasons. First, it was necessary. As the sole heir of a great family, who had been missing for a long time and then reappeared to inherit the title, he had to meet the master of the empire.

Secondly, he was also telling those people that he, Tranton, was back, allowing himself to return to the stage.

Going forward, there should be no more open attacks; instead, we'll face hidden attacks.

As for the assassination attempt, Tranton was very confident that no one in the capital could possibly assassinate or kidnap him—after all, he had a devilish butler by his side.

Back at the manor, before he could even rest, Tranton immediately threw himself into a series of mundane tasks that were of little significance but which he had to do.

Inheriting a title and controlling a marquisate is certainly not an easy task.

After finishing a host of miscellaneous tasks and things began to get back on track, three days had passed since Tranton arrived in the capital.

During these three days, although Tranton stayed in the manor and did not go out, he met with many people and discussed many things, gradually consolidating the power of the Worbus family into his own hands.