Sir Fux watched as the valiant First Lieutenant saluted him. He lowered his head and took out a blue envelope from his black briefcase. He took two steps forward and handed the envelope to Sir Fux.
This Marine Lieutenant looks extraordinary, but why is he so insensible?
Sir Fux snorted with dissatisfaction, but he did not stand up to take it.
For to take the blue envelope that Lieutenant Abraham handed him, he had to get up, lean forward, and hold out his hand in order to take it, which looked a little groveling and bowing to the Lieutenant.
Can't you just take two more steps forward?!
You could have left it on the desk, but you didn't even put it down when you handed it to me. Did Viscount Wenisk tell you to do this to humiliate me or force me to bow down to you?
Old people tend to overthink things. Sir Fux waved his hand in exasperation, gesturing for Walf, who was standing by the door, to take the file from the lieutenant's hands and pass it to him.
That's strange. Why does this First Lieutenant look so familiar? I feel like I've seen him somewhere before, especially that pair of eyes that resembled a dead fish's. It's as though he's left a deep impression on me … Sir Fux began to doubt himself. He was certain that he had never seen this First Lieutenant before. Where did this familiar feeling come from?
The butler, Old Walfe, strode over to the First Lieutenant's side and reached out to take the folder without any precaution, preparing to hand it over to Sir Fux.
But what he didn't expect was that the Marine Lieutenant suddenly leaned to the side. He didn't manage to grab it and leaned forward. The Marine Lieutenant's blue file bag fell to the ground. The Marine Lieutenant's right arm stretched forward and bent, wrapping around Zhang Heng's neck and pulling him in front of himself.
With a twist of his left hand, his body sank down, and with a soft crack, the old butler Walf's neck was broken. He fell onto the black carpet without a sound, and only his limbs were still twitching unconsciously …
Sir Fux watched the tragedy unfold in front of him with his mouth agape. It was too fast. One second? Two seconds?
Sir Fux felt that he had only blinked twice before his butler collapsed to the ground. Most importantly, he did not let out any screams, only the soft sound of bones breaking reached his ears …
Sir Fux saw the First Lieutenant raise his head and stare at him with those dead fish eyes. He suddenly realized that this First Lieutenant was not a messenger, but an assassin. The so-called urgent documents were all lies. His only purpose was to get close to him …
Sir Fux pushed his chair back with agility unbefitting of an old man and reached for the bell rope hanging on the wall behind him.
Normally, he would need to pull the chair back and reach for the rope to summon someone to the study.
As long as the rope was gently moved, the copper bell hanging in the corner of the wall outside would ring rapidly. Then, the servant would hear the crisp sound of the bell and push the door open …
Perhaps it would be more convenient to scream, but Sir Fux could not guarantee that he would be able to do it. His throat had been a little hoarse these few days.
Moreover, he was old and his lung capacity was not high, so he could not make a loud sound.
Furthermore, he knew how good the soundproofing of his study was. Because he was worried that the servants would eavesdrop, he had ordered the craftsmen to build the best soundproofing system in the study. Even if someone were to lean against the door, they would not be able to hear anything from the inside. Therefore, he was worried that no one would be able to hear him even if he screamed …
However, Sir Fux regretted moving the bell rope to the wall. It would have been much more convenient to hang it by the side of the desk.
But in the past, Sir Fux would often touch the bell rope when he was working. The servants outside would always push open the door and ask him what he needed, interrupting his train of thought. That was why he was so angry and ordered the bell rope to be moved to the wall …
Just as his hand was about two to three centimeters away from the bell rope, Sir Fux's heart turned cold and hopeless.
This was because the Navy Lieutenant had already pounced on him, one hand grabbing his arm and the other strangling his neck.
Crack. Sir Fux's right hand, which he had extended to ring the bell, hung limply by his side. The excruciating pain of his dislocated arm made Sir Fux's face turn red. His eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and he struggled like a dying fish as he tried to jump out of his chair.
Unfortunately, the hand that was strangling Sir Fux's throat was like a huge iron clamp. Not only did Sir Fux not scream, he could not even jump on his chair.
"Why. Do. You. Want to. Kill me. You. Who. Sent. You." Sir Fux used his remaining left hand and the iron clamp that was strangling his throat to put up futile resistance. At that moment, he had forgotten the pain in his right hand. "At least. Let. Me. Die. Knowing."
The Navy Lieutenant smiled mockingly, revealing a row of white teeth. "Actually, you're very lucky, Sir Fux.
I really didn't want to kill you just like that. At the very least, I wanted to destroy your family and make you suffer. You'd have to die like an abandoned stray dog.
Unfortunately, plans don't keep up with the changes. Two foolish kind-hearted people acted on my behalf and forced me to accept their kindness. I have no choice but to settle the score with you before I leave this place. "
The mocking tone and the row of white teeth reminded Sir Fux of the deep impression he had left on him. "It's … it's you, Claude."
"Congratulations, Sir. You're right. It's a pity there's no reward."
Claude smiled savagely. "My original plan was that next year would be an election year. I was going to make sure you couldn't get elected as a councilor again.
As long as you don't have that title anymore, I'm sure many people will be interested in your fortune. I'll find someone to expose a few of your scandals and your close friends will avoid you like the plague.
By then, I'll have plenty of ways to destroy your family and leave you with nothing.
Unfortunately, I received a conscription order and have to leave this place. So, I had no choice but to visit you at night to let you rest in peace. "
"Actually, I shouldn't have said so much. Movie villains always die because they talk too much. If I had acted earlier, the main character wouldn't have had a chance.
It's too bad there aren't movies in this world. Farewell, Sir Fux. "
With a twist of his hands, Sir Fux twisted his head a hundred and eighty degrees to the front of the armchair.
Fortunately, there wasn't any blood. However, Sir Fux's legs kicked twice and Claude caught a whiff of the stench of urine.
He looked down and saw that Sir Fux's thin pajama pants were completely soaked.
He picked up the blue envelope and put it back into his black briefcase. He tidied up his uniform and made sure he didn't miss anything. Then, he went to the study and opened the door.
As Sir Fux's personal maid, Sheerna was in charge of warming his bed.
Naturally, there was no bed to warm in the hot weather, but Sir Fux still liked having Sheerna sleep with him.
Firstly, he liked having company when he was old and it was more convenient for him to order her around in the middle of the night.
Secondly, Sir Fux's body was still in good shape and he could do it whenever he was in the mood.
Most importantly, Sheerna's figure was really hot and Sir Fux liked to have his hands on her sometimes.
Sheerna was rather annoyed to be woken up by the butler right after she fell asleep. She had to deal with Sir Fux for the better part of the night and the old man handed over his gun just as she was getting excited. Sheerna, on the other hand, didn't feel too good about it since she was of low status.
When she finally fell asleep, she was woken up again and ordered to wait outside the study. Sheerna couldn't help but yawn as she leaned against the wall.
On the other hand, it was the lieutenant who came to serve as a messenger that lifted Sheerna's spirits. He looked outstanding and handsome. Not only did he have the masculinity of a soldier, but he also had the temperament of a noble. How great would it be if she swapped positions with Sir Fux? She would definitely have a memorable night.
Sherna, who was lost in her thoughts, suddenly noticed that the door of the study was opened. The first lieutenant came out and stood at the door, saying, "Very well, Sir. I'll go back and report first. You can discuss with the butler.
If you think there's anything wrong with the plan, you can discuss it with the viscount. But there shouldn't be any changes. "
Sheerna watched as the Marine Lieutenant rushed into the study and saluted, then retreated and closed the door. He turned to her and smiled, "Miss Sheerna?
Sir Fux wishes for you to bring me out. He has something to discuss with the butler. "
Sheerna bowed like a maidservant. "I'll be happy to help. Please follow me, Mister Lieutenant."
It was a pity that the distance from the second floor to the main entrance was too short. If possible, Sheerna would have liked to walk for more than an hour.
She tried her best to slow down, but all she knew was that the lieutenant had been transferred from the royal capital to the new naval base in Whitestag as Viscount Wenisk's aide-de-camp.
His name was Abraham, 25 years old, unmarried, and he didn't mention his surname. Sheerna suspected that he was from a noble family because he was so polite and graceful. Even as a maidservant, she could feel his gentleness and thoughtfulness.
When they came out of the main building, a gust of wind blew past them. The lieutenant sped up to block the wind and prevent her from catching a cold.
Sheerna hurriedly told him that Sir Fux would be going to the prefectural capital in two days, so she was lonely and bored in the manor.
If Abraham was free, she could bring him around Whitestag. She was a suitable guide and could also help him familiarize himself with the new place.
Xie Erna was in a good mood. She knew what would happen after dinner. Everyone had a tacit understanding of it.
So, Sheerna returned to the study while humming a happy tune.
However, Sir Fux and the butler didn't come out. It seemed that they hadn't come to an agreement yet.
It wasn't the first time something like that had happened in the past. Everyone in the manor knew that Walf was Sir Fux's most trusted aide.
I just hope I don't have to stand outside for the whole night. That was what Sheerna thought. She ended up falling asleep while leaning against the wall of the study.
"Plop!" Xie Erna, who was sleeping against the wall, fell to the ground. She rubbed her forehead and got up from the ground. Fortunately, she didn't feel any pain when she fell, but she was a little dizzy after hitting her head on the ground.
But how long have I been asleep?
Sheerna looked out the window and saw that the sky was still dark. It seemed that she hadn't slept for long before falling to the ground.
Why aren't Sir Fux and the butler out yet?
That's weird. Doesn't the old man want to sleep?
Should I go in and ask if they want supper? That's a good excuse.
After all, Sheerna was Sir Fux's personal maid and bed-warming companion. Sir Fux didn't mind if she was a little arrogant.
Besides, Sir Fux had already worked hard on her, so he had to give her some face and wouldn't throw a fit just because she wasn't allowed into the study.
So, Sheerna knocked on the door and waited for a few seconds before entering. "Master, would you like something to eat?"