Outside the Tate family estate, the postman wearing a black single-breasted jacket is carrying 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.

Passing through the iron gate 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. He nodded and quickly ran into the villa to report.

After a while, the Tate family's butler Quirrell walked along the red brick road.

Whether it's the way he dresses or walks, he's still so meticulous, and the postman sometimes wonders if the housekeepers of these big families are more tired than their masters, because those young guys and girls are always dashing around. , their body etiquette is still there, but not much.

"Mr. Dweck, is there any more mail today?"

Quirrell was already quite old. He was tall and straight, but he was inevitably thin. His temples were gray. He always liked to smile when he spoke to the outside world. This made most of the servants and servants in the Tate family have an excellent impression of him.

"Yes, there is a mail, from Denbighshire, and a parcel... No name, it was put in the mail storage outside the manor area, and only the receiving address is written on it, which is Tate Manor."

He took out two items from his satchel and handed them to Butler Quirrell. When he took them, he was about to turn around and leave.

"Wait, Mr. Dweck, who sent this package with no sender information? It must have some way to show up in the mail depository in the manor area, right? As the exclusive postman of the Tate family, It is an obligation to remember the state of all mail as it arrives and to ensure that it is delivered to us intact."

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

A simple packaging without aesthetics, the outer shell is just an ordinary material, whether there is any special emblem on it, this package is not sent by the partner of the Tate family or someone close to the family, there is no doubt about it.

After all, for the people of the class that Mr. Wesley Tate can reach, they want to mail something, even if it is very simple, its outer packaging must not be sloppy, as the person who is often responsible for the packaging of items For Steward Quirrell, it was the norm in their line of work.

If you just deal with it casually, you will be considered rude and have no artistic sense of 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 like this..."

Dweck sneered.

What Quirrell was talking about was his job, which was actually a very easy task. Although there were a lot of emails from the Tate family, most of them were actually all kinds of goods that Miss Mathil bought in Wangque District. In the beginning, naturally everyone had to check and explain what was being recorded.

Later, when I remembered more, boredom became unavoidable.

There have been many times, and it was all those individuals who came and went. How could it be possible for everyone who came to take a look?

Humans are the most lazy race, there is never any 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 is, they are really lazy...

"You don't remember?"

Quirrell held the package in both hands, his legs that were originally side by side spread apart, 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 shrink into a ball like a shrimp when he fell.

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

The gold pound was thrown high from Quirrell's hands and landed in front of Dweck. The latter wanted to speak, not cursing, but pleading. He didn't want to lose his job.

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

Quirrell glanced at the letter, held it between his fingers, then took the package with both hands, looked around, put it to his ear, and found nothing unusual. He went to the side room of the main hall and used a knife to cut open the package 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's house.

"Gift box?"

Open the outermost package, and inside is a lavender gift box, which also does not have any labels or emblems. It is the most common type of box.

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

huh~

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

The next second, it was Quirrell, an old butler who had experienced countless storms. His hands were still stiff in the air, and he silently covered it back after a while.

Taking off the gloves and mask, Quirrell's face was not very good.

Quirrell didn't care what was in the box, the question was the meaning behind it.

He walked around the table twice, his hands behind his back for a while, and then clenched in front of him again, or he stood by the table and looked at the box in silence.

The attendant passing by the door had never seen such an anxious butler, and after thinking about it, he stepped forward and asked, "Mr. Butler, is there anything I can help you with?"

God is pitiful, he just wanted to make a good impression on Butler Quirrell. After all, this is the old butler of the Tate family, and he can speak even in front of the master. exist.

"Help? Of course, you're here at the right time, and you're going to give this box to Mr. Wesley, and if he asks me, he'll say I'm going to check the person who sent the mail, understand? "

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

"By the way, are you married? Serving the Tate family, even as a servant, if there is a marriage, we will give subsidies."

"Not yet, I just have a girlfriend, thank you for your concern."

The attendant said something embarrassed.

Not married, that is, without children.

Not a big problem.

"Well, be sure to give the things to the master as soon as possible."

After speaking, Quirrell left the Tate family's villa directly and walked along the location leading to the mail storage for about 5 minutes.

Backtrack.

"Mr. Butler, the master is angry, something happened!"

Just as he reached the door, two servants ran out of the door, panicking.

"I know, don't talk nonsense, go and call the captain of the guards."

Quirrell, who was already prepared, walked into the lobby, walking unhurriedly, smelling the blood in the air, and found Wesley's study.

Pushing the door open, he saw the rag-bag-like corpse hanging by the wall at first glance, and he didn't even need to think to know that it was the guard.

Shaking his head slightly, he has worked hard for him.

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

"Master, I went to check the situation of the mail storage office. Our exclusive postman did not record the person who gave the gift box at that time..."

Quirrell's gaze rested on the box on the table, which was cushioned with a layer of red festive satin, with a forefinger in the middle.

And on this finger is also a ring, and a pink gemstone is set in a delicate crown made of silver wire.

"It was a gift I gave to Mathiere when she was an adult...and now it's been brought back with Mathiere's finger...don't let me find him, I'll let him know What is hell!"

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

Strangely, his eyes were not on that finger, but instead focused on the note in the box that was placed under the finger.

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The housekeeper didn't open the note before, he just saw the content now, and his eyes flickered with inexplicable light.

"What do you think we should do next?"

Wesley's voice was extremely calm, and all anger was suppressed at this moment.

It's not the strong emotional self-control or the indifference to Mathil Tate, but the meaning behind this note that Wesley must deal with 100% calm.

"Do you need me to check again... Some peripheral personnel can deal with it to make sure nothing goes wrong."

The housekeeper bowed and said softly, as an old man of the Tate family, he knew exactly what had happened in this villa for decades.

"Hmph, Quirrell, after all these years, your character is still the same... You can't hold your breath!"

If you want to make people perish, you must first make them crazy, and they will be in chaos. This is always 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, and act rashly at this time... ....Wait, keep waiting, don't take any action, he won't help but jump out again."

From Wesley's point of view, the other party's behavior is not so much that he found something, but that he found nothing.

The enemy just wanted him to have the same idea as Quirrell, thinking that his secrets were discovered and preparing for it. As long as they had a change, things that weren't exposed before would really be exposed!