Honkai Summoning.

A young master who was also captured managed to escape by summoning a demon. What can you expect him to know?

Chapter 43: Is there a moving fee?

“Other demons…” Sebastian said softly, looking at Ciel with a meaningful expression.

Charles nodded.

Sebastian walked up to Trent and said, "Young Master, would you be interested in cooperating with us?"

"Cooperation?" Tranton was taken aback. He had just lost Arno, a great help, and now another devil was offering up to cooperate with him.

“That’s right, let’s work together to find out the truth behind everything,” Sebastian said.

Trent frowned: "Everything?"

“Yes, everything,” Charles said. “I’m going to end it all.”

Tranton and Su Mo exchanged a glance.

Tranton had always thought he carried some deep-seated blood feud, a burden heavy enough for him to bear. He never imagined that this young girl, who looked about his age, seemed to carry a darkness far deeper than he could comprehend.

What she has to do seems to be much more difficult than what I have to do.

“Cooperation, then let’s cooperate,” Tranton said.

"Wow, young master, you're so casual! Besides knowing she's a demon and a real loli, what else do you know? All you know is that you want to cooperate! Young master, as your butler, I have to remind you, your behavior of rushing over to fawn over cute little lolis is too pathetic. What happened to your noble dignity and demeanor?" Su Mo said with a pained expression.

What happened to that cold-blooded young master who used to threaten to "kill him" at the drop of a hat? How come he instantly became a coward when he met an adorable little girl?

You're not some ruthless, bloodthirsty soldier king from an urban novel who crawls out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

In short, it boils down to this: "You have disappointed me greatly."

"..." Tranton was speechless. Why were other people's butlers either as capable as Arno, or as obedient as Seven Sins, or such a queenly older sister in front of him?

And this is what my butler is like?!

Although he completed all the tasks assigned to him perfectly, that mouth... Tranton thought that if he could sew that mouth shut, this guy might become a perfect butler.

Sebastian, standing nearby, also looked at Su Mo. This way of getting along seemed like something worth learning from.

“You can’t do what he does, that’s an order.” But little Ciel seemed to have foresight, and said directly to Sebastian.

Sebastian showed a hint of disappointment on his face, but still bowed slightly and said, "As you wish, my master."

"If I give the same order, will it have the same effect?" Tranton asked Su Mo.

Su Mo turned her head, pretending not to have heard him.

“He really is a bastard. I shouldn’t have had any hope,” Tranton said.

"Alright, young master, now is not the time to dwell on such trivial matters. Don't forget our purpose," Su Mo said.

"By the way, is Wilbur alright?" Tranton remembered his real purpose for traveling across most of the empire to this remote village.

“It’s nothing, we were just looking for him, we had some questions to ask him. I didn’t expect that old man to just lie down on the ground like that, I didn’t do anything at all,” Sebastian said.

"That's good." Tranton stood up.

“Miss, we can wait in the carriage for a while,” Sebastian suggested to Charles.

“Okay, but you have to tell me what you know later,” Charles said to Tranton.

“Yes, if we can really cooperate,” Tranton said, thankfully not becoming the “second-generation nobleman” in Su Mo’s mind who was blinded by the little girl.

"Young master, you've come to save me! Thank you so much!"

Upon hearing the familiar footsteps, Wilbur immediately crawled out from under the bed, showing no signs of his previous half-dead state.

"..."

Tranton's expression was not good. He walked to a chair and sat down. "Tell me everything you know."

“Young master, now that you’ve returned here,” Wilbur said, “it means you already know almost everything I know, and there’s not much more I can do to help you.”

"So there's still something that can help me?" Tranton keenly sensed the meaning behind Wilbur's words.

Wilbur paused for a moment, then smiled wryly and said, "Young master is still so clever. I can tell you everything I know, but please spare this old man who is about to die."

"...Are you really an old man who's about to die?" Tranton muttered.

“He’ll live for another twenty or thirty years, young master,” Wilbur said.

"Alright, alright," Tranton quickly interrupted the old man. "Tell me everything you know, and I'll leave immediately. I won't hold anything else against you."

“I knew the kind young master would forgive this poor old man who only wanted to live out his old age in peace,” Wilbur praised immediately, then resumed his serious expression. “What does the young master want to know?”

Fortunately, thanks to Su Mo's training, Tranton had become somewhat accustomed to this sudden change in style: "What do you know about that island?"

“The master didn’t involve me, but I do know some things that have passed through my hands,” Wilbur said. “Besides the master, the Marquis of Monroe and another force are also involved on that island.”

“The Marquis of Monroe is dead,” Tranton said.

“Dead? Young master, you…” Wilbur was stunned for a moment.

“It wasn’t me, but it was close. Even if he didn’t die, he would have died by my hand,” Tranton said. “The other force I want to know about is deeply hidden, and it is also the most important force.”

“Hmm…” Wilbur nodded. “I don’t know if the master is aware of that power. But I do know that at least a marquis or duke’s family is involved, and I’m about 80% sure of that.”

"So, there are twenty-one targets?" Tranton said.

The entire British Empire had three dukes and twenty marquesses. Subtracting the Marquess of Monroe and the Worbus family, that leaves twenty-one.

“Young master, have you forgotten something?” Wilbur asked.

“You mean, the royal family?” Tranton stood up abruptly.

“No, no, I didn’t say the royal family.” Wilbur waved his hands repeatedly. “Young master, I really don’t know who the third party is. It’s not impossible that it’s the royal family. However, compared to other parties, the royal family is the least suspicious. After all, I think if it were the royal family, they wouldn’t need to be so secretive.”

“That’s not quite right. You haven’t been to that island. You don’t know. It’s a living hell,” Tranton said. “If people really found out, I don’t think the royal family would be able to hold their positions.”

“Young Master, your disappearance was caused by…” Wilbur suddenly seemed to understand something and said.

“Don’t you know?” Tranton asked.

Wilbur shook his head solemnly: "I really didn't know about this. I thought it was after the master died that those people started to cleanse... Plus, those fools wanted to fight over the inheritance, so I simply took this opportunity to escape that place of trouble."

“…Sure enough, I knew you old codger couldn’t possibly be outmatched by those idiots,” Tranton said.

"Don't say that. If you're really determined, a mere 'former butler' doesn't carry much weight in the capital compared to an ordinary person," Wilbur said somewhat listlessly.

“Is there anything else you know?” Tranton asked.

“There’s a basement in the manor that I’ve been in a few times, and I think there should be a secret room inside,” Wilbur said. “If the master left anything behind, it should be in there.”

"An underground secret room with a hidden chamber?" Tranton was taken aback.

On the night he learned the truth, he did wonder if his father had left some important clues or other things somewhere on the manor.

However, he searched the bedroom, study, and collection room, but found nothing.

Unexpectedly, the secret room was actually in the basement. To be honest, the basement was already quite well hidden, and it was half a secret room in itself. Who would have thought there was another secret room inside?

“Hmm, young master, haven’t you seen the manor’s layout plan? ... Only that place can hide another secret room,” Wilbur said.

“I haven’t seen it.” Tranton grew up on the manor and considered himself extremely familiar with it, so of course he wouldn’t be so bored as to look at any plans. “Also, what do you mean by saying that only that place can hide another secret room?”

“There wasn’t enough space in the other areas, so I was involved in some of the renovations,” Wilbur said.

"So it's just because there's not enough space..." Tranton felt a headache coming on. He thought it was some kind of high-level reverse thinking like "the darkest place is under the lamp".

“I’ll take a good look when I get back. What about you?” Tranton stood up, indicating that the conversation was about to end.

“I will find another place,” Wilbur said with a smile. “This time, you won’t find me again, young master.”

“I won’t come looking for you again. I hope you have a pleasant twenty or thirty years to come,” Tranton said.

"Young master, please take care." Wilbur straightened his clothes and gave Trent a perfect, impeccable bow.

Goodbye, my dear old butler.

Trent returned the greeting.

He knew this was the last time he would see the old butler who had served the Worbus family for so many years. That cunning—no, that clever old man—would certainly never reappear, never get involved in the vortex in the capital.

With a touch of melancholy and a hint of inexplicable sorrow, Tranton walked to the door.

“Wait, young master, there’s something else I need to say,” Wilbur said. “Whether you believe it or not, I deliberately didn’t tell you these things because I didn’t want you to become a vengeful demon. I think that if you don’t cause any trouble, Sebastian, the butler, should be able to protect you.”

Tranton paused for a moment, smiled, and said, "Alright, I believe you."

"Then, young master, could you please help me with some moving expenses?"

"..."

"roll!"

Sebastian and Ciel outside heard a deafening roar coming from inside the house, which seemed to have the effect of blowing off the roof.

Chapter Forty-Four: The Ancestral Demon

Having already embarked on a path of ruthlessness and cold-heartedness with no turning back, the young master Tranton certainly wouldn't be kind enough to give the old man Wilbur any moving expenses.

He strongly suspected that the old man might be richer than himself—the money the Worbs family lost during that period might have been embezzled by this old man.

Fortunately, Tranton didn't care about money at all. He had never had any concept of money since he was a child. He always had enough, and it didn't matter if he had a little more or a little less.

Now, his main goal is revenge rather than luxurious enjoyment. There are few servants in the manor, and he can even accept Hilda's rather ordinary food.

Such an "ordinary" life, not to mention the previous accumulation of the Worbs family, even Mrs. Liz's wealth would be enough for Tranton to maintain his current lifestyle until he was over eighty years old.

Tranton didn't think he'd live that long. Once his revenge was complete, his soul would be devoured by his demonic butler. At that point, having more money would be meaningless.

After saying goodbye to Wilbur, who had a look that said, "Kids aren't so easily fooled now that they're grown up," Tranton's mood immediately brightened.

"Young Master, that lovestruck expression of yours is dangerous," Su Mo had to warn him from the side.

Despite Tranton's handsome face, men... or rather boys, can lose all sense of propriety when they make certain expressions, rendering any amount of handsomeness meaningless.

Otherwise, why do you think Su Mo can always have a smiling face?

This was a skill he had cultivated for many years. Even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him or the Yellow River flowed backward, he could still maintain such a calm expression and smile slightly—although his smile looked quite irritating and often conveyed the meaning of "Silly child, I won't hold it against you because you're so stupid."

Once he mastered this divine skill, even if his heart was filled with lust at any time, Su Mo would only smile slightly, perfectly dissolving any impure thoughts in his smile.