Cecil laughed and said, "There is still a Kheshig army on the grasslands, but would that count dare to use it?"

"Once she uses it, the excellent situation in the South will immediately collapse."

"Well"

The butler thought for a moment, then said with great admiration, "As expected of the young master, truly insightful!"

"It's alright. Anyway, Grandpa definitely sees further than I do. He has his reasons for being so anxious. You should write to him as soon as you get back."

"Yes, young master, I will definitely not delay!"

"..."

"By the way, madam, have you... have you found her?"

Upon hearing this, the butler's face immediately fell.

"Young master, this isn't the Duchy of Momedi, where you can forcibly plunder in the capital..."

"fart!"

Cecil was furious, his face flushed red: "Your young master, do you think I'm that kind of person?!"

"No, no, young master, please don't be angry."

"It was a misunderstanding on my part, a misunderstanding on my part."

The butler smiled ingratiatingly, though he was also puzzled.

You said you couldn't forget a married woman, and even made me inquire all over the capital, wasn't it all because of that?

If it wasn't for that matter, then was he looking for her to have tea and chat?

"So, you found it?"

"without"

"We've searched the entire capital, but we still can't find the lady you mentioned."

The butler lied without batting an eye; in fact, he hadn't even gone to look for him.

Seeing the young master's demonic state, he must have been stupid to actually find the person.

"No way, did you even bother looking for it properly?"

Cecil said with dissatisfaction, "Didn't I say that lady must be a noblewoman from the capital, and probably quite famous?"

"By the way, she has a maid with her, who is not only old but also particularly ugly."

“My young master, there are plenty of beautiful ladies in the capital.”

"I can only inquire secretly; I can't possibly go and ask each and every one of them, can I?"

"..."

"Phew, you need to take this seriously and make sure you find her."

Cecil gritted his teeth and said, "I'm not going back until I find her!"

"what?"

The butler's eyes widened: "Young...Young Master, you must be joking!"

“I’m very serious.” Cecil said with a solemn expression.

"Uh, no, no, why are you in such a hurry to find her? What do you want to do with her?"

"Young master, please give me a hint so I can be prepared."

"I just wanted to talk to her and see if her husband treated her well."

Cecil said quietly, "If her family is happy, I will give her my blessings and walk away silently."

"What if... what if that lady is not doing well?" the butler asked nervously.

"Hmph, then I'll pursue her openly and honestly, and make her happy myself!"

"Young Master, don't be impulsive! If you do that, you might just anger the Master to death!"

"How could pursuing my own happiness have caused my grandfather to die?"

Cecil said with an annoyed look, "Don't exaggerate."

"But, but this is a huge scandal."

The butler was so anxious that sweat beaded on his forehead: "The eldest son of the Momedi family, the future heir to the duke, how could he pursue someone like that..."

"Why not!"

Cecil scoffed, "I don't care about those rumors."

"Young Master, how could you be so bewitched? There are so many beautiful women out there, after we return to the territory..."

"Not just pretty"

Cecil interrupted the butler again: "She, she's very special. I knew it the first time I saw her."

"You said it yourself, 'at first sight,' so how did you know she was special at first sight?"

“You don’t understand.” Cecil simply shook his head.

Section 612, Chapter 611: Fate

'The young master is currently blinded by lust; he'll probably be fine in a while.'

With this expectation in mind, the butler silently shut his mouth.

The two remained silent for the rest of the journey, and soon the carriage arrived at the temporary residence.

Cecil stepped down from the carriage, intending to go back inside to read for a while, when he heard someone shout, "Young Master Cecil!"

"My wife has invited you to a private dinner she's hosting today!"

'rude person'

Cecil glanced at the old maid being stopped by the guards, then walked straight in...

Wait a minute.

He stopped abruptly. He seemed to remember this rude maid!

"Young Master is very tired and may not be able to attend your mistress's private banquet today."

"Please leave."

The butler waved his hand, about to have the guards send her away, when he heard his young master yell "Ah!" and ran over without a care for his image.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Cecil ran up to the maid and carefully examined her appearance by the moonlight.

"..."

No, that's right, it's this maid!

She was the old maid who served that lady!

"Your wife invited me to the banquet?"

“Yes, Master Cecil, may I ask if you…”

"Go, go, I'll go right now!"

Cecil interrupted the maid somewhat rudely, his voice trembling with excitement.

The butler's heart skipped a beat; he suddenly realized something.

'They...they've come knocking on our door?'

"Ahem, who is your wife?" he asked the maid.

"It is Lady Mary, the Earl of the Court."

The butler's expression immediately changed, and he advised Cecil, "Young Master, it's getting late. You must be tired after attending His Majesty's welcome banquet. Why don't you go another day?"

"I'm not tired at all. Right now, I'm going to see Mrs. Mary!"

"Oh, right, don't follow me."

"Young Master..."

Seeing Cecil glaring at him, the butler had no choice but to swallow his words.

"Please come back soon."

.................................................. ...........................

Cecil had never felt so uneasy; he was both excited and afraid.

The 'goddess' invited me! This is wonderful!

But why did she invite me?

Cecil, who had just turned twenty, was still a naive young man. Of course, he had an innocent side.

'Could it be that Lady Mary sensed my longing?'

He was somewhat indulging in this naive fantasy, but at the same time, a cold voice echoed in his heart.

'How could that be? Let's face reality, that lady definitely has ulterior motives.'

This was the calm analysis of the heir to the Duke of Momedi. Even at this moment, Cecil had not lost the last shred of reason in his heart.

"Tsk!" His mood suddenly turned sour.

"I don't want to think about it anymore, let's just enjoy this date."

Cecil tried to clear his mind, but he couldn't!

The patriarch of the Momedi family had high hopes for his grandson and subjected him to rigorous training from a young age.

The more Cecil tried to immerse himself in it, the more sober he became.

Why did Mrs. Mary invite me in the middle of the night?

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