Demon Sage

Outside the Tate family estate, the postman in a black single-breasted coat carries a large dark green satchel.

In the manor area, each mailbox is in charge of a special person, and all letters and packages will be specially delivered by the hands of these exclusive postmen.

Through the iron gate on the outside, a wide red brick road leads directly to the villa inside. There are flower beds and green spaces on both sides of the road, and special waiters are repairing them.

Of course he couldn’t enter the manor directly without permission, so he just stood at the door, and the waiter inside knew him. Nodded greeted him and ran into the villa to report.

A short while later, Quirrell Steward of the Tate family came along the red brick road.

Whether it’s dress or gait, it’s still so meticulous, the postman sometimes wonders if these Great Family stewards are more tired than their masters, because those young guys And the girls are always dashing around, they still have etiquette, but not much.

“Mr. Dweck, do you have any more emails today?”

Quiell was not young, he was tall and straight, but he was inevitably thin, with gray temples. He always likes to keep a smile when talking, which makes most of the squires and servants in the Tate family look at him very well.

“Yes, there was a mail, from Denbighshire, and a parcel… No name, it was put in the mail deposit box outside the manor with only Write the receiving address, which is Tate Manor.”

Take out two items from his satchel and hand them to Quirrell Steward, ready to turn and leave when he takes them.

“Wait, Mr. Dweck, who sent this package with no sender information, it has to have some way to show up in the mail storage in the manor, doesn’t it? You as The Tate family’s exclusive postman is obliged to remember the condition of all mail when it arrives and to ensure that it is delivered to us in good condition.”

Quirro stopped Dweck, who was about to leave. , his eyes stopped briefly on the package.

It is a simple package with no aesthetics, the outer shell is just ordinary materials, and there is no special emblem on it. There is no doubt that this package was not sent by a partner of the Tate family or someone close to the family.

After all, for people in the class that Mr. Wesley Tate can reach, they want to mail something, and even if it is very simple, its outer packaging can’t be sloppy. , as Quirrell Steward, who is often responsible for packaging, is the norm in their line.

If you just deal with it at will, you will be considered rude and a vulgar person without artistic beauty. Disgracing the owner is the most serious thing.

“This I…I think it should be a postman from out of town, yes, it should be…”

Dwick said with a smile .

What Quirrell was talking about was his job, which was actually a very easy thing to do. Although there were a lot of emails from the Tate family, most of them were actually from that Miss Mathiere in Wangque. All kinds of goods bought in the district, naturally everyone has to check it at first, and also have to explain what it is to record.

Later I remembered a lot, and boredom became unavoidable.

There are many times, and it is all those individuals who come and go. How can everyone who comes here take a look?

Humans are the most lazy race, there is no doubt about this.

It’s just that some people want to be lazy, so they invent all kinds of things, while others, they want to be lazy, that’s really lazy…

“You don’t remember?”

Quiell held the package in both hands, his feet that were originally side by side spread, and stepped forward.

“This…I’m really sorry, because I slept too late last night, so I wasn’t in a good mood this morning, please give me another chance, next time I will definitely. ….”

Before he finished speaking, Dweck found that his perspective suddenly turned around, and the next second he hit the tree trunk behind him. The violent impact made him fall like a shrimp. huddled together.

“Mr. Dweck, you have been fired. I will send someone else to take over your job. This is your medical bill. Goodbye!”

Golden Pound Strange Luo’s hand was thrown high and landed in front of Dweck, who wanted to speak, not cursing, but pleading, he didn’t want to lose the job.

However, when he saw Quirrell’s indifferent gaze, all the words could only be swallowed silently, staggered up from the ground, picked up the gold pound, and left.

Quiere glanced at the letter, held it between his fingers, then took the package in both hands, looked around, put it in his ear, found nothing unusual, went to the side room in the main hall, A knife cuts the packaging outside the package.

This is not a private inspection. As the steward of the Tate family, Quirrell has the right to directly open and inspect this type of special package.

This is to prevent some harmful things from causing damage to the host.

“Gift box?”

Open the outermost package, inside is a light purple gift box, also without any labels or emblems, which is the most common type of box.

Wear a pair of black leather gloves and a mechanical mask, this is to prevent someone from having a touch mechanism on the gift box.

hu~

Under the mask, he let out a sigh of relief and lifted the lid of the box with both hands.

The next second, it was Quirrell, an old steward who had been through wind and rain. His hands were still stiff in the air, and he silently covered it back after a while.

Take off the gloves and mask, Quirrell’s face is not good-looking.

Quiell didn’t care what was in the box itself, the question was the meaning behind it.

Walked around the table twice, with his hands behind his back and clenched in front of him again, or stood at the table, looking at the box in silence.

The attendant passing by the door has never seen such an anxious Steward. After thinking about it, he stepped forward and asked, “Mr. Steward, is there anything I can help you with?”

God is pitiful, he just wanted to make a good impression on Quirrell Steward. After all, this is the old steward of the Tate family, even in front of the master. The presence.

“Help? Of course, you’re here at the right time. Take this box that you just sent to Mr. Wesley, and if he asks me, he’ll say I’m checking the mail. That person is there, understand?”

steward looked at the attendant with a look of approval in his eyes, handed the box to his hand, and then said,

“That’s right, Are you married? Serving the Tate family, even as a servant, if there is a marriage, we will give subsidies.”

“Not yet, just have a girlfriend, thank you for your concern.”

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The attendant said something sorry.

Unmarried means no child.

No problem.

“Well, be sure to hand it over to the lord as soon as possible.”

After saying that, Quirrell left the Tate family’s villa directly and walked along the location leading to the mail storage room. Walked about 5 minutes.

Backtrack.

“Mr. Steward, the lord is angry, something happened!”

Just before reaching the door, two servants ran out of the door, losing one’s head out of fear.

“I know, don’t talk nonsense, go and call Captain over.”

Quiell, who had been prepared, walked into the lobby, walking unhurriedly, smelling the air. blood-reeking qi, find Wesley’s study.

Opening the door, the first thing I saw was the rag-bag-like body hanging by the wall. I didn’t even need to think about it to know it was the guard.

Wei Shook the head, hard work He is.

Wesley sat at his desk with his head held up, his heavy breathing heard even by Quirrell from a few meters away.

“Master, I went to check the situation of the mail deposit, our exclusive postman did not record the person who gave the gift box at that time…”

Quiro’s His eyes stayed on the box on the table, which was cushioned with a layer of red festive satin, with a forefinger in the middle, white and tender, and at a glance, he knew that it was the finger of a girl who never did rough work or lifted heavy objects.

A ring is attached to this finger, and a pink gemstone is set in a delicate crown of silver wire.

“This was a gift I gave to Mathiere when she was an adult…and now it’s been brought back with Mathiere’s fingers…don’t let me find it He, I’ll let him know what hell is!”

Wesley’s eyes glowed fiercely, his hands resting on the table.

It was strange that his eyes were not on that finger, but on the note in the box that was placed under the finger.

The above is not intimidation, nor extortion, nor is it a sneering remark.

Only three words plus a punctuation mark: have a taste?

steward didn’t open the note before, he just saw the content now, and the inexplicable rays of light flickered in his eyes.

“What do you think is going to happen next?”

Wesley’s voice was extremely calm, all anger suppressed in this brief moment.

It wasn’t the strong emotional self-control or indifference to Mathil Tate, but the meaning behind the note that Wesley had to deal with with 100% calm.

“Do you need me to check again… Some outsiders can handle it to make sure nothing goes wrong.”

steward bowed and said softly, as Tate The old man of the family, he knows exactly what happened in this villa for several decades.

“hmph, Quirrell, after all these years, your character is still the same… can’t hold your breath!”

If you want to kill someone, you must Make it crazy first, and it will always be a taboo in the game.

“Don’t do anything superfluous, he sent Mathil’s finger and this note just to tell me that he found something, low-level psychological tactics, poor skills , act rashly at this time…Wait, continue to wait, don’t take any action, he can’t help but jump out again.”

In Wesley’s view, the other party’s this Behavior, rather than finding something, he found nothing.

The enemy just wanted him to have the same idea as Quirrell, thinking that his secrets were discovered and making preparations. As long as they had a change, the things that were not exposed would be really exposed!