Beautiful cannon fodder does not want to show up [Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 166

The servant who delivered the food today seemed to be in a good mood, his footsteps were light like a wolf pup hunting for the first time, the corners of his eyes were a little red, and he was more "lively" than last night.

Harlan watched Perry leave after putting the dinner plate on the table, subconsciously analyzing the unusual changes in the other party.

Why do you think of cruel wolves?Obviously just a taciturn manservant.

Tsk, I have committed an occupational disease again!

Harlan shook his head, put aside the analysis just now, picked out the few items that could be eaten in the breakfast, hastily filled his empty stomach, and soon became full of energy.

He went out to the second-floor hall of the castle. Along the way, he happened to meet a servant who was waiting for the orders of the guests. He walked around the winding steps and luxurious corridors inside the castle, and found the servant who had just directed the servants around in the hall. , The manager who arranged the activities of the whole day in advance.

"Good day, Mr. Detective Harlan!"

The grey-haired steward can secure his position as the most powerful former name in the castle, so he naturally has his unique ability.As soon as he saw Harlan, he immediately greeted him with a serious smile, bowing slightly and saluting with a very straight posture.

"Good day, my lord steward!"

Harlan replied in amazement, wondering if it was because of poor nutrition in the Middle Ages, many people he met, even if he met twice, still couldn't remember his name, and often needed to be reminded by a young personal servant—unless he Associating with others as Prince Harlan can only be avoided.

And the manager is so old, he only listened to it last night, and he firmly remembered his name and name.

Sensible and shrewd!

Harlan quickly came to a preliminary conclusion.

"Excuse me, Mr. Manager. I want to ask, is there any special event in Frank Manor today?"

"If I wish to speak to Sir Dalton Frank, when is the best time to go to him?"

"And do you know where the priest who married Sir Frank some years ago is now? What's his name?"

"Sorry, I have a lot of questions, but they are important."

Harlan did not practice Tai Chi with the manager, but directly asked all the information he needed.

The shrewd manager subconsciously supported the clean and transparent gold-rimmed monocle on his face, and slowly answered the guest's inquiries while thinking about what the guest wanted to do.

"It's all right, Mr. Harlan. This information is not as dangerous a secret as the fabled pirate treasure!"

The manager made a little joke and continued:

"This morning, the honorable Sir Dalton will take the guests to go fishing by the river in the manor, and the ladies can ride the pony in the surrounding pastures to see the scenery and chat."

"Since the last banquet will be held in the evening, the afternoon is a break time. Some noble ladies will participate in the tea party and enjoy delicious and lovely desserts poured with half of the syrup."

"If you want to have a good chat with Sir Dalton, it's best before the lunch break. As for the priest..."

The manager hesitated for a moment, he already figured it out, this Detective Harlan must have come for that dishonorable marriage contract that hurt the face of the nobility.Whether it is to dissolve the marriage contract, or to declare the original marriage contract unreasonable and void, the priest who witnessed the marriage needs to nod.

Alas, poor Mrs. Frank!In the manor, at least the basic living expenses can be guaranteed, if it is taken away... But this is a good thing for Dalton.

The manager subconsciously ignored Quintina, the servant who was having a heated fight with the manor owner, and planned in advance which famous ladies would become the next Mrs. Frank.

"Father Neil, who witnessed the marriage, has unfortunately passed away. Fortunately, his godson, Father Eric, stayed at our Frank manor for a few days. You can go to talk to him now. He is going to leave here today for the capital. "

How lucky are you?There's no need to rush to find the original priest—his godson is also a priest, and he can completely replace him!

Moreover, the manager spoke in such a detailed and thoughtful manner, surely he did not want to continue to burden the Frank family with the reputation of his wife as a "lunatic".

Harlan nodded thoughtfully, asked the steward for a servant to lead the way, and walked with wind to find Father Eric to communicate.

After he left, the steward quickly finished ordering other affairs, turned his footsteps, and walked to the master bedroom with the best light, the largest inner diameter, and the most servants in the castle.

"Good day, Mr. Steward!"

The few servants at the door stood leaning against the wall like young saplings. When the manager came to inspect, they even raised their heads and chests, with their nostrils upturned like frogs.

No one could see that before they heard the footsteps, they were scrambling to put their ears on the wooden door. The slightest strange movement in the bedroom made them feel excited.

"Well, good day!"

"Is Sir Dalton awake?"

"Master, just now Quentina went in to wake up the master. When it was already half an hourglass, the master would ring the bell to summon the servants in a short time."

Hearing this, the manager pursed his lips, and for the first time there was an expression of disapproval on his always serious face.But he still didn't say anything, just like these servants, he stood quietly outside and waited.

The servants who were familiar with Dalton were right. The door of the bedroom was opened not long after the steward waited here.

Quentina, who was wearing a maid outfit, came out. Her clothes were covered with irregular creases, and a few strands of her long blond hair, neatly tied behind her head, were scattered. There are slight red marks.While arranging her hair with her hands, she commanded arrogantly: "Hey, you, you, you, go in and serve the master quickly, don't be dazed! Damn, be quick with your hands and feet, don't disrupt the master's plan for today! "

A tall, thin servant entered the bedroom without a word.As soon as they left, Quentina saw the blocked manager, and was so startled that her legs gave way and she almost fell down.

"Ah, Monsieur Steward! Good day!"

Quentina said hello in a low voice, without any arrogance at all, she looked like a young lady from a noble family who had just been bullied.

No, this is an insult to the nobility.Obviously just a lowly vanity slave!

"Well, you go back and clean yourself up, and avoid guests on the way, so you can't lose the face of Frank Manor!"

The steward left behind a word, unwilling to take another look at the other party, and walked straight into the master's bedroom.Although he didn't say much sarcasm, his behavior definitely slapped Quintina in the face.

The woman didn't leave directly, she watched the manager's back disappear before taking a step forward, humming softly in her heart how she would tear up the annoying manager standing on her head in the future.

in the bedroom.

Dalton has finished washing under the service of the servants and is putting on some light clothes. After he finishes his breakfast, the servants will continue to help him put on the complicated noble coat and gown.

"Good day, Sir Dalton!"

"Hello, my dear grandpa steward! Good day, did something special happen when you came to see me?"

"Yes, sir."

After the manager finished speaking, he remained silent.

Hearing the conversation between the two, the servants hurriedly speeded up. After putting the food on the small table on the bed, they lowered their heads and walked away from the bedroom, closed the door, and waited outside the door as before.

"So, what's the matter?"

After the servants left, Dalton straddled the bed carelessly and asked while drinking mushroom soup to clear his stomach.

In front of the steward who had watched him grow up, Dalton was able to relax in a rare way, and he didn't have to be aristocratic all the time.

"About Mrs. Frank in the attic..."

The manager spoke a few words, and quickly gave an overview of Harlan and his somewhat offensive intentions and actions.

The process of dissolving the engagement was originally simple, but old Frank had just passed away a few years ago, and a rash divorce would affect Dalton's reputation, and the priests and pastors of the church were very stubborn and would not easily agree to a divorce.

Dalton also has no intention of marrying another rich and noble lady. He only thinks about how to expand the existing industry and how to make connections. He completely forgets about his wife in name. At present, he is out of sight and out of mind. state.

"He went to see Father Eric?"

"Yes, he seems to have some secret information, and he looks very confident."

"Eric...that's a pious priest! Even money and power can't make him succumb."

"If Detective Harlan can really convince Eric to break off my engagement with that lunatic, I can just send the lunatic to him to arrange as he pleases!"

"Anyway, that lunatic's father also passed away, and his stepmother remarried and moved away, and the family property was inherited by his collateral nephew. It stands to reason that such a person needs to be sent to the church for placement."

Dalton didn't seem to care, but actually knew the situation of the family in the attic very well. He obviously wanted to divorce a long time ago, but he couldn't convince the priest.

The manager nodded knowingly, but still said disapprovingly: "Mr. Dalton, the engagement has not been dissolved yet, she is still your wife! Please don't call a poor person so contemptuously."

"I just suggested that Harlan come and talk to you before lunch break, do you think it's still necessary?"

Dalton shook his head, swallowed the soft white bread dipped in honey in a few mouthfuls, and there was no interest in his blue-gray eyes: "Mr. Manager, you can just tell him what I think."

But all right, how could Detective Harlan have thought of helping a madman?

Judging from the detective stories that have been circulated in the past, Harlan will only take the initiative to help when there is a dead person.In other small cases, the family members of the victim or suspect asked him to help.

No one in that lunatic's family cared about her, and it wasn't a matter of life. How could Harlan be so enthusiastic?Could it be..."Mrs. Frank" regained consciousness and asked him for help?

Speaking of which, although there have always been rumors that "Ms. Frank" is crazy, I have never seen her go crazy, and I have not heard any unusual news in the past few years.If she had been a normal person locked in the attic all along... that would be a terrible confinement!The family's reputation can be...

Many questions instantly popped up in Dalton's mind.Being used to having everything under control, he didn't hesitate. After breakfast, he went to the attic in a low-key manner alone, ready to find out.

A low-key dark gray cloak was draped over the man's gorgeous dress, and his boots, which were prone to making noise when walking, were also controlled to be very soft by him.The whole person is like a well-trained leopard walking on the stone steps leading to the attic. When approaching the prey, it is as quiet as the air.

The iron lock on the stone door of the attic looks rusty, but it is still very strong, making it impossible for people to escape.

Where is the key to this lock?

Dalton thought about it subconsciously, and then smiled mockingly: I'm so dazed, the priest doesn't necessarily agree to the divorce, and he even thought about the key to open the iron lock in advance!

the people inside...

Dalton was not interested in talking, so he bent down and looked in through the gap deliberately left in the middle of the stone door.

I saw a thin figure sitting quietly on the low stool beside the bed, with his back to the stone gate, taking advantage of the rays of sunlight cast by the window, and kept writing something with a quill pen.

Although it is just a back view, the seaweed-like long hair, the vaguely seen neck, the skin that is more crystal clear and white than the first snowflake in winter, and the beautiful and affectionate figure all show that this is a rare beauty .

Dalton's breathing was a little short, and he loosened his tie, thinking: If she is not ugly and hopelessly ugly, then even a lunatic can keep her.

"Mrs. Frank!"

He called out in a low voice, trying to turn the person inside around so that he could see clearly.

"Who! Is that you, Harlan?"

It's a man!

Dalton almost stood up in shock.

Qiao Yu inside didn't sound like Harun, but he turned around subconsciously, walked a few steps towards Shimen, stopped, and asked cautiously, "Who are you?!"

He remembered that Harlan hadn't called "Mrs. Frank" since he knew his name.

However, there was no more sound from outside the door.It was so quiet that it was just Qiao Yu's illusion that she was too lonely.

Dalton, who originally bent down and didn't want to have any contact with this place, has already leaned against the stone door regardless of the dust. His gray-green eyes excitedly turned into the same emerald green as Perry, and he tentatively stretched his right hand inside. , giving him the illusion that he has captured the beauty.

If the back view just now made him reluctantly accept having a crazy wife, then his clumsy words can't describe the beauty of the indescribable beauty that caught his eyes now, making it absolutely impossible for him to let go!

So what if it's a male?Just don't get caught!In the future, I can dress the beauties myself like a servant, put them on one by one, and then gently peel off at night...

Just when Dalton's hand was about to appear in Qiao Yu's sight, two undisguised footsteps sounded from the bottom stone steps, getting closer.

"Father Eric, thank you for taking my word for it!"

"No, Mr. Harlan, please don't say you believe it. The Lord asks us to see with our eyes and listen with our hearts, and we must not listen to one-sided words!"

The cold and ascetic voice was almost shrouded in holy light.

"I understand, but just a short conversation and you'll understand..."

The two continued to talk and got closer.

Dalton had the illusion of being caught in a sneaky crime. He hastily withdrew his arm, not caring that the gemstones and pearls lavishly embroidered on his clothes were scratched by stones.He jumped down the steps in two steps, and the cloak brought up a gust of wind, which narrowly brushed past the two of them.