Chapter 272
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Both of them looked at the table. Nicholas calmly pulled out the second row of seats and sat down. Sergei pulled out the first row of seats and sat down. He looked at the table full of delicious food. He took a deep breath and excitedly reached out to grab a roasted pheasant leg in front of him.
Whoosh!
A silver light shot out and nailed itself to the table half an inch in front of his finger. It was a silver table knife.
Sergei's face slightly changed as he turned to look at Dean: "What do you mean?"
Dudian indifferently said: "There are family rules. If you eat on my table then you must abide by my rules. By the way, this is the second time I forgive you." Finished, he looked at the maid next to him: "Give me another knife."
"Yes." The maid was silent out of fear.
Sergei's face changed as he retracted his hand: "You have a lot of rules. It's better to write them down. I'm a rough person so I don't want to break your rules."
Dean indifferently said: "My rules are very simple. There is only one rule. Be a good 'person'! You only need to abide by this rule. "
Sergei slightly frowned as he coldly snorted and turned away.
At this time, the sound of footsteps echoed as a girl slowly came down from the stairs. Dean looked up, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. He saw that the girl was as beautiful as an elf. Her complexion was abnormally pale, and she looked somewhat weak. But her pair of silver-moon-like eyebrows had a bit of heroic spirit. Her eyes were black, like two deep pools, with death and coldness. Her whole body was wrapped in a loose red robe. Her hair was extremely long, tied behind her head and hanging down to her waist. When she walked, her steps were not big, like a spirit in the dark.
Sergei, Nicholas, Scar, Jin, and the others looked up. There was a trace of amazement on their faces. They had been imprisoned in prison for several years. Not to mention such a beautiful girl, they didn't even see a fat woman. Sergei's eyes flashed with a trace of passion. His fingers that were holding the knife slightly tightened. He didn't know that this small movement was seen by Nicholas who was sitting opposite him.
The girl was Gwyneth. She silently came down the stairs and sat in the first row. She looked at Dean: "I'm hungry."
Dean nodded: "Everyone is here. Let's start."
Nicholas laughed: "Do we need to pray before eating?"
Sergei's eyebrows rose as he looked at Dean. He was about to stab the roasted pheasant leg.
Dudian indifferently said: "No, we don't believe in God." Then he picked up the knife handed by the maid and picked up the grilled steak in front of him: "Tomorrow Sergei will get up early and go out with me. Nicholas, I'll leave the castle to you. If anyone comes looking for me, refuse them all and say that I'm busy. Remember, don't reveal my whereabouts."
Nicotine's eyes flashed as he nodded, "I understand."
Sergei bit the drumstick and said: "Where are we going to work?"
"You'll know when the time comes."
Gwyneth cut the foie gras on her plate and asked, "What about me?"
Dean looked at her: "Your task is very simple. There are ten potted plants in the yard. Help me take good care of them. Don't let them die."
Gwyneth frowned as she stared at him. She lowered her head and continued to cut the foie gras.
Scar and Jin looked at Dean: "What are we going to do?"
"You have just pulled out the nails. Rest well." Dean didn't raise his head as he replied.
After dinner, everyone returned to their respective rooms.
The next morning, Dudian got up on time. He asked the maid to wake up Sergei who was still sleeping soundly. He left the castle in a carriage under the escort of Nicholas.
There was a trace of coldness in Nicholas's eyes as he looked at the carriage gradually going away. He turned back to the castle and carefully looked at the two young maids who were cleaning the dust in the hall. He confirmed that they didn't have extraordinary power. He went up the stairs to the second floor and deliberately walked to his room with heavy footsteps. When he came to the corridor of his room, he bent down and took off his shoes. He stepped on the carpet with his socks on. His figure flashed through the corridor and came to another corridor. This was Dean's room.
He came to the front of the room, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and put it on the doorknob. He gently twisted the door and found that the door was not closed. With a slight pull, the door was opened. Surprised, he looked inside through the crack of the door and saw a beautiful figure standing in front of the desk in the room. She tilted her head and looked at the crack of the door. The figure was Gwyneth.
Nicholas's heart tightened but he was relieved. He opened the door and quietly came in. He locked the door and smiled: "It seems that we have the same purpose."
Gwyneth's eyes didn't contain the slightest emotion. She indifferently looked at him but didn't speak.
Being stared at by her, Nicotine felt a little unnatural. Coughing lightly, he said, "You're here to look for the bail, right? Have you found it?"
Gwyneth quietly looked at him: "I just came in."
Nicholas was relieved: "Let's look for it together. But don't leave any traces or fingerprints. The power behind this kid isn't small and he is on guard against us. If he comes back to check his fingerprints then he will know that we have come in."
Gwyneth was silent.
Nicotine was used to her silence. Seeing that she was silent, he walked around the room and looked around. He pulled open the wardrobe and other places. A moment later, he knocked on the bottom of one of the wardrobes. He immediately knew that there was a hidden compartment inside. He immediately pulled out the clothes that were in the way and looked through the gap. He opened the splint inside and revealed a hidden drawer.
He was happy: "Found it."
Gwyneth came over and silently looked at him.
Nicholas saw the keyhole on the secret drawer. He immediately put his hand into his pocket and took out a small iron needle. He inserted it into the keyhole. After a moment, he heard a clicking sound and the secret drawer loosened. His face showed a bit of complacent smile. He pulled out the secret drawer and saw a stack of white papers. But it wasn't the documents he had imagined. Instead, it was some sketches with strange shapes.
He carefully opened it with a handkerchief and found that it was all sketches. He slightly frowned.
"There is an envelope next to it." Gwyneth said.
Hearing her words, Nicotine's eyes fell on the envelope next to him. He had already noticed this, but judging from its size and thickness, it was obviously not a bail letter. However, now that he had already looked through the other things, it didn't matter if there was only this one left. He immediately picked up the envelope and found that there was no paste on it. Feeling strange, he carefully opened the envelope and poured out a piece of paper from the thin envelope.
"Don't go through my things. Return them to where they were." — A note.
Nicotine was stunned on the spot, dumbfounded.
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