About the time I was picked up and adopted by Tallulah

Orson tried to stop W, but was hit in the face by a bill.

"Sir, you're not planning to run away without paying, are you?"

"Of course not... Uwaaa, Long Island Iced Tea is so expensive!?"

"This is the average price, sir. Would you like to pay by card or facial recognition?"

Orson was stunned for a moment, searched his pockets, and then shrugged.

“Pay by swiping the dishes.”

I should have known not to give all the money to Uncle Isaac earlier.

40. I will raise your daughter myself (?)

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

At night, Orson returned to the Rostov mansion, rubbing his head in a daze, feeling dizzy.

I almost fell asleep while chatting with an enemy who wanted to take my life... In the end, I was awakened by W pouring water on myself with veins all over my head. The first sentence of the enemy was "It would be so meaningless to kill someone like you."

"Wow, how embarrassing..."

Although if an emergency really occurs, Orson will wake up quickly by regulating himself, but doing so will cause the concentration of Originium in his body to increase rapidly, and secondly, it is really an overreaction.

Anyway, I'd better not touch alcoholic beverages anymore...

After making such a secret vow, Orson washed his face and returned to the mansion to resume his job as a senior guard, where he happened to meet Zaolu.

"Good evening, Miss Natalia."

"Orson? Where did you go after school?"

Natalia came over after seeing Orson and asked with some unhappiness.

"Uh... because there were other bodyguards guarding me on the way, I went to check on the situation at Duke Baikal's place."

Orson gave a half-truthful reason. Zaolu frowned and stared at Orson for a while, then sighed.

"I see... Then, Orson, do you have time to explain what happened to classmate Sonia and the club?"

Zaolu smiled and approached Orson. At this moment, Zaolu, as the eldest daughter of the Rostov family, felt oppressed to the extreme. In comparison, Orson really looked like a "cat with its tail stepped on."

"Well... actually, Sonia is a student I saved before. We just happened to be in the same class, so... that's how it happened."

"oh, I understand now."

Zaolu nodded in understanding, and Orson finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"As expected, Orson, you should transfer to another school tomorrow."

"This is simply putting the cart before the horse!"

"what……"

Zaolu also sighed somewhat awkwardly. She didn't know why she had been losing control of herself lately.

"So, Miss Natalia, how are you today?"

Orson tried to change the subject, while Zaolu put her finger on her cheek and thought.

"Well, it's the same as before. All around me is hypocritical flattery and admiration... It's ridiculous, I'm surrounded by so many people, but in the end I can't find a friend to confide in this fear..."

"How about trying to talk to Sonia Anna and the others?"

Orson tried to form a CP with Winter and Zaolu, but Natalia frowned.

"Allow me to refuse, Sonia-san... humph."

Zaolu snorted, and her reaction at this time was quite consistent with that of a high school student.

"Well, you'll get used to it. We're all good kids. I'll be leaving now, Miss Natalia."

Orson waved to Zaolu, and when he was about to leave, he was stopped by her again.

"Orson—"

"Hmm? What can I do for you, Miss Natalia?"

"Don't call me [Miss] anymore. After all, we go to school together, and it feels weird to address me like that..."

Zaolu turned away her eyes and spoke softly.

"While what you said is true, it seems that it was Miss Natalia who revealed my identity on campus earlier, right?"

Orsen complained in a low voice that after Zaolu and Lindong said something without thinking just for the sake of talking nonsense, they both blushed and explained for a long time.

The final result was that all of Orson's previous undercover settings were thrown into the trash.

"Anyway, let's decide this. Another point—Orson, are you a little angry that I dragged you to school for that reason?"

"Don't worry, Natalia. I'm actually very happy here, too."

Orson smiled at Zaolu and left the room.

After greeting Zaolu, Orson came to the room of the Rostov family master as planned.

—Is it possible that my slacking off after school was discovered and I’m going to be expelled?

Orson thought nervously.

——But I’ve already received my salary, so it’s okay to fire me!

Orson thought cheerfully.

"Master Andre, you're looking for me?"

Orson, who had prepared to leave in advance, knocked on the door and entered the room. Opposite the luxurious solid wooden table sat the leader of the Rostov family, Zaolu's father.

"Well, time is precious right now, so I'll just say it straight - Audi"

"It's Orson."

"You've been here for four or five days now. While that's not a long time, it's more than enough for me to observe someone. Regarding the amnesia of the heir of the Rosha family, a vassal of Duke Baikal, do you have any clues?"

Zaolu's father pushed up his glasses, his eyes seemed to be able to see through everything.

"Well, you drank fake wine, right? There are fake vodkas out there! This is so heartbreaking!"

Orson spoke nonsense in a serious tone.

"Actually, I can vaguely sense that you are different from other guards, Orson. It's not just your professional abilities, but also your realm."

Zaolu's father ignored Orson's joke and continued talking.

"It's just your illusion, Master Andrei. As a senior security officer, I'd like to ask you, what countermeasures does the Rostov family currently have against Duke Baikal?"

In the past few days, Orsen has dealt with three groups of mercenaries in a scattered manner, but according to W's intelligence, Baikal's methods will soon become more extreme.

"Hmm... Honestly, I barely have my own private army, and most of the Sarkaz mercenaries have already been hired by Duke Baikal. Marquis Boris has no spare resources right now because he's busy cleaning up a certain laboratory."

Zaolu's father said this with an embarrassed look on his face.

"But I can't back down. I will ensure the safety of my wife and Natasha. No one will forget how cruel life was in this city under the rule of the old nobility. I won't let history repeat itself and let all the changes I worked so hard to make go to waste."

"That sounds very passionate, but you haven't answered my question at all, Master Andre."

Orson casually praised Zaolu's father's determination, but as Orson said, this passage still did not provide a solution to the current situation.

"Indeed...So you have to listen carefully to what I say next."

"Well, please tell me."

Orson raised the glass of water on the table, trying to dilute the effects of the last trace of alcohol.

"If I die, Natasha will be handed over to you."

"puff--!"

The water that he had not swallowed yet spurted out of Orson's nostrils.

"Brother, you are crazy!"

Orson looked at Zaolu's father in panic, but the other party didn't look like he was joking at all.

"No, I'm going to go find the emperor. I heard that the current emperor has always wanted to reform the old nobility. Although I tried to contact him before, it was fruitless. So I decided to go to Saint Steed Castle myself - frankly, this is just courting death."

"You're being reckless, whether you chose to see the Emperor or to entrust Natalia to me. I'm not necessarily a good guy, am I?"

Orson panicked and tried to dissuade Zao Lu's father from thinking this.

"There are two kinds of businessmen: those who are good at continuous observation, and those who like to make decisive bets. Obviously, I am the latter - I think you are a trustworthy young man."

"That's completely perverse... What if I approached you with some ulterior motive from the start? Wouldn't that be the end of it? And if you leave, the Rostov family will be swallowed up by Duke Baikal in an instant."

Orson continued to explain, trying to dissuade the Rostov family from this foolish idea.

In the past, in the North, Orson always explained to others that he and Tallulah were good people. He never thought that there would be a day when he would have to explain to others that "he might not be a good person."

"No, I will leave some [gifts] for Duke Baikal. This will keep him busy for a while. Of course, he will then be desperate and make a desperate move. If I don't come back alive by then, please protect Natasha."

"Even so..."

"Anyway, that's it. I'll be leaving tonight. I'll leave it to you to explain Natasha's situation, Orson."

Zaolu's father stood up, took a briefcase and left the room, walking towards the door.

Just when Orson was still hesitating about what to do, Zaolu's voice came from behind him.

"As expected... Father! I thought you were acting so strangely today when I got home - there must be another way! I haven't given up yet, and you can't give up either!"

Zaolu, who had vaguely sensed something was wrong, ran out of her room and tried to catch up with the head of the Rostov family, but was stopped by the housekeeper who was chasing after her.

"Stop him, Orson—stop him for me, Orson!"

Zaolu stretched out her hand and shouted, she knew very well that there was no way her father would come back alive.

"Natasha, please, Orson, if things take a turn for the worst."

Orson, who was sandwiched between the two, closed his eyes and thought for a few seconds. Finally, he opened his eyes and looked at Zaolu behind him.

"I'm sorry, Natalia."

"Orson..."

Zaolu was stunned. Everything that happened before her was happening too fast for her to understand.

Orson instantly came to the head of the Rostov family, picked up a vase and smashed it into the back of his head.

Bah!

"I don't know how to gently put someone down like in the movies, so this is the only way. Sorry..."

Orson rubbed his hair, while Marquis Rostov beside him fell to the ground with his head growing two centimeters taller (bag).

"Ah... um, okay, okay."

Zaolu blinked.

41. Then, there is only one answer!

"Ohh ...

In the main hall of the Rostov family, Orson was surrounded by a group of bodyguards on the ground near the entrance. Many crossbows, guns, batons and knife handles blocked Orson tightly, and the front ends of crossbows and batons were stuck in his mouth.

"Can you help me solve this problem?"

Orson looked at Zaolu who was standing beside him, and Zaolu was trying to persuade the bodyguards in a panic.

"Everyone calm down...! Orson isn't trying to kill Father! He's just helping me stop Father!"

Zaolu tried her best to prevent the embarrassment from becoming more serious. After all, if you ignore the process and only look at the result, it would be "Osen used a vase to smash the current head of the family's head."

"This guy has only been here a few days! Miss, you must have been bewitched by him!"

The security captain who was working hardest to suppress Orson yelled loudly, and at the same time, whether intentionally or unintentionally, twisted Orson's arm hard.

"Orson is not like that... and these are my orders!"

"So, Miss, you've been deceived. This guy is definitely on Duke Baikal's side!"

"Yes! This guy looks really weird!" "He is the undercover!" "Absolutely!"