When the young master said "classmate," a suspicious blush appeared on his fair face.
Seeing this, a hint of a smile flashed across Pu Lang's eyes.
He naturally knew that the young master was so eager to deliver the letter because it came from the girl he had a crush on.
It was also because of this "motivation" that the young master forced himself to come to Night Mountain in the middle of the night.
This was … youth.
Pu Lang sighed in his heart. His gaze drifted to the young master's chest pocket and he could see a corner of Cen Bai's letter.
This was the letter the young master was about to send to the old master.
When he saw this letter, Pu Lang's expression darkened slightly.
Before coming, he already knew who sent this letter to the old master.
— Uriel.
He was also the uncle of the girl the young master had a crush on.
The fact that the other party was in the same class as the young master meant that they were on the same level. Under normal circumstances, a letter from their family could be sent directly to the old master.
But the other party took a big detour and asked the young master to help deliver the letter. There was something fishy going on.
As for what was fishy …
Pu Lang, who had served Old Master Gulaimo for most of his life, knew very well.
Gulaimo and Uriel hated each other. Although it wasn't to the extent that they wanted to kill each other, the old master would fly into a rage whenever he heard Uriel's name.
After all, it was because of Uriel that the young mistress disappeared.
If Uriel had sent a letter directly to Gulaimo, he would probably have tossed it aside without even looking at it, just like the letter he had sent not long ago.
Uriel probably guessed Gulaimo's reaction and wrote a second letter. He took a big detour and handed it to the young master to help deliver the letter.
And the young master was Old Master Gulaimo's most beloved descendant.
From this move, it was clear that Uriel knew Gulaimo very well.
But Pu Lang didn't understand why Uriel was so insistent on delivering the letter to the old master. What message did he want to send to the old master?
Pu Lang actually didn't hate Uriel. He knew very well that the young mistress' disappearance had nothing to do with Uriel.
Moreover, Uriel's decadent appearance had been noticed by Pram.
It wasn't easy for him either …
This was also why Butler Prang pretended not to know that the letter in the young master's hand came from Uriel and brought him to Night Mountain to meet the master.
She just didn't know if Old Master would be willing to accept this letter on account of Little Young Master.
…
"It's so dark, so cold …"
"The Mountain of Night has blocked all the human aura. It's freezing here. There's also a big lake next to it, and the humidity in the lake is bone-piercing. "
"Grandpa, are you really recuperating here? I feel even more uncomfortable here. "
While the young master was complaining, Auntie Sim led them through the long front yard and garden to the front of the castle.
After entering the castle, the young master's nagging finally lessened.
It was dark and cold outside, but the interior of the castle was brightly lit. Furnace tubes were everywhere, sending warmth to every corner. In addition, there were many cats and dogs in the castle, so the castle didn't seem lonely.
Of course, the most important thing was that Little Young Master was surrounded by a few puppies.
This satisfied his little vanity, and made him less impatient in an instant.
However, although Little Young Master didn't complain, it was Auntie Sim's turn to complain.
"Old Master likes puppies and kittens. Every once in a while, there'll be a new batch of puppies and kittens in the castle." Auntie Sim said, "Just as Little Young Master said, there's too little manpower in the castle. The dozen or so servants left behind spend eighty percent of their time taking care of these cats and dogs.
Just cleaning their fur every day is enough to give me a headache. "
At this point, Auntie Sim couldn't help but curse, "Damned Radiance!"
The "Radiance" here was undoubtedly the Church of Radiance.
As for why Auntie Sim would curse the Church of Radiance for cleaning their fur?
The reason was very simple. The Church of Radiance was practically the only power in Daybreak City, or rather the Great Si Man Empire. Old Master often cursed the Church of Radiance at home. If those unpleasant words were to spread, Old Master would probably die a thousand times over.
In order to prevent Old Master's words from spreading, the servants here were the most loyal ones.
There were only a dozen or so of them.
The wind vane in Auntie Sim's heart was very clear: Old Master was definitely not wrong. The one at fault was naturally the Church of Radiance.
Damned Church of Radiance. If it weren't for them, Young Miss wouldn't have been persecuted. Old Master wouldn't have lived in Night Mountain all year round because he hated seeing people from the Church of Radiance.
He also wouldn't have been afraid to hire servants because he was afraid that the curses would spread.
Therefore, everything was the Church of Radiance's fault.
Butler Prong obviously knew Auntie Sim very well and agreed with her point of view. He echoed, "That's right. Damned Radiance …"
Auntie Sim turned her head and glanced at him. "Now you're not worried about teaching Little Young Master the wrong things?"
Butler Prong shrugged. "Little Young Master has guessed it anyway. Besides, we're cursing the Church of Radiance. We didn't name them. "
Auntie Sim gave Butler Prong a deep look and snorted. "At least you know what's good for you. You can go back to your room tonight."
Butler Prong's eyes lit up.
Yes, Butler Prong and Auntie Sim were a couple. But because of Old Master, they lived apart all year round.
This time, Butler Prong volunteered to follow Little Young Master to Night Mountain because he missed his wife.
Soon, surrounded by a group of cats and dogs, they arrived at the hall of the castle.
There were more and more people in the hall.
But just as Auntie Sim had complained before, the servants in the hall were all circling around cats and dogs.
Auntie Sim casually pushed away a golden retriever that was running towards her. Then, she bypassed the black cat on the carpet and touched the palm-sized kitten meowing on the table.
Finally, he came to the side of the curtain and stretched his head to look inside.
There were still cats and dogs inside, but they were all sleeping. Auntie Sim wasn't looking at these sleeping animals. She was mainly looking at the clock on the wall.
"It's seven o 'clock now. If nothing unexpected happens, Old Master will rest at eight. During this hour, Old Master usually drinks tea and reads newspapers in the study. "
"Let's go. While Old Master is reading the newspaper, I'll take you to him first."
Under Auntie Sim's lead, they came to the third floor of the castle and stopped in front of a door that emitted a warm yellow light.
Little Young Master knew without Auntie Sim's reminder that behind this door was Grandpa's study.
Because … Grandpa's voice had already come out from the door.
But Grandpa's voice wasn't that pleasant.
"F * ck his son of a bitch. These priests who don't work and only know how to eat people without spitting out their bones are starting to block the road again."
"Aren't they afraid of being strangled by someone if the road is blocked at night?"
"If my name wasn't already on the roster, I would have spent money to hire someone to deal with these sons of bitches!"
"F * ck the Church of Glory …"
A series of curses silenced everyone standing at the door.
Little Young Master finally understood why Grandpa didn't like to stay in the city. With his threatening curses, people from the church would probably come to enforce the law the next day.
Sure enough, Grandpa made the right choice to stay in Night Mountain.
Looking at the dazed Little Young Master, Butler Prong sighed softly. "At least it means that Old Master is still full of energy and has recovered well in Night Mountain."
"Who is it?! Who's outside?! "
Just as Butler Prong finished speaking, Old Master's irritable voice came from inside the door.
With a "dong" sound, the door of the study was opened, and the orange-yellow warm light inside made the corridor a little brighter. But soon, the warm light was blocked by a black shadow.
It was a middle-aged man wearing a black nightgown.
His hair was slightly moist. It was obvious that he had just taken a shower.
From his appearance, it was impossible to tell that he was already Grandpa's generation. Only the few strands of white hair at his temples showed that he wasn't young.
This person was the owner of Night Mountain's castle, Gulaimo.
Gulaimo opened the door in anger. He hated it when people disturbed him while he was reading newspapers. But when he opened the door and saw a trembling little boy standing outside, his expression changed instantly.
The anger on his face disappeared, and his expression became gentle. Even his eyes revealed some kindness.
"Little Treasure …" Gulaimo walked out with a smile and patted Little Treasure's head. "It's the middle of the night. Why are you here? If you had told me you were coming, I would have gone down to fetch you. "
Little Young Master … or Little Treasure, obediently called out, "Grandpa."
When Gulaimo heard this, his expression became even gentler. "Come, let's talk inside."
Gulaimo held Little Treasure's hand and walked into the study.
Butler Prong and Aunt Sim followed them in.
The study was very warm, and there was a faint floral fragrance in the air. It made people relax involuntarily.
There was a newspaper on the desk, and there was a steaming cup of tea beside it. It was obvious that Gulaimo was reading the newspaper in the study just a second ago.
Gulaimo didn't sit at the desk. Instead, he held Little Treasure's hand and walked to the sofa opposite the desk. At Gulimo's signal, Butler Prong and Auntie Sim also sat down.
As soon as they sat down, Gulaimo started to care about Little Treasure's life. From his studies in school, to his daily piano practice, to his music training, he cared about everything.
Little Treasure was very impudent outside, but in front of Gulaimo, he was as obedient as a puppy. After all, his grandfather had raised him since he was young. Even though they weren't direct relatives, their relationship was closer than that of father and son.
No matter what Gulaimo asked, Little Treasure would answer obediently.
This exchange of questions and answers took close to 20 minutes.
Finally, after Gulaimo understood Little Treasure's recent situation, he asked about the reason for his sudden visit today. "I know you very well. You're a crazy person. If there's nothing important, you definitely won't come to Night Mountain to find me. "
"I've noticed that you've been wanting to talk for a while now. Tell me, what do you want from me?"
Little Treasure's eyes lit up. He immediately took out the letter from his breast pocket and handed it to Gulaimo.
Gulaimo had already noticed the letter in Little Treasure's breast pocket. Furthermore, from the stamp on the letter, he could already guess who sent it.
He even guessed Little Treasure's motive.
However, Gulaimo really treated Little Treasure very well. Even though he was very resistant to this letter, he still gave Little Treasure a chance to speak in the end.
"Grandpa, this is the letter my classmate asked me to pass to you."
Gulaimo smiled and took the letter.
As expected, it was that familiar name on the letter.
A trace of gloominess flashed past Gulaimo's eyes, but when he thought of Little Treasure beside him, he didn't say much. He only asked Little Treasure about the source of the letter.
When he saw Little Treasure's face turn red at the mention of his "classmate", Gulaimo understood the reason behind it.
No wonder Little Treasure came to deliver the letter in the middle of the night.
So it was his first awakening of love.
And the person he liked was that family …
Even though Gulaimo didn't really like Uriel, he didn't have any opinions about the rest of his family. He thought for a moment, then said to Little Treasure, "You don't have to go back tonight. Let Aunt Sim take you to take a bath first. Then you can sleep with Grandpa tonight. How about that?"
Little Treasure immediately nodded. "Alright. Can I hug a kitten to sleep with?"
Gulaimo smiled. "Of course. Go, Aunt Simu will take you to the bathing place. "
Little Treasure didn't say much. He obediently left with Aunt Sim.
When only Gulaimo and Butler Prong were left in the study, Gulaimo's expression finally sank.
"This letter … You should know who sent it."
Butler Prong lowered his head and made a soft sound of acknowledgment.
"Then why didn't you stop him?"
Butler Prong said, "… Master, this is the second letter Uriel has sent. If he only sent one letter, I definitely wouldn't have brought it to you. "
"But he sent two letters consecutively. I think he has something important to say."
"Perhaps … it has something to do with Miss."
Uriel knew that Gulaimo hated him, so in Butler Prong's opinion, Uriel wouldn't provoke Gulaimo for no reason.
Since he sent two letters consecutively, it must be something important.
Gulaimo thought of this as well. He fell silent for a moment, then sighed deeply. "Forget it. I'll give Little Treasure some face."
After he finished speaking, Gulaimo returned to his desk.
After muttering to himself for a few seconds, he opened the thick envelope.
Very quickly, the contents of the envelope were revealed.
There were six large sheets of paper. No wonder they were so thick. Little Treasure's chest pocket was bulging.
Gulaimo used the oil lamp's light to open the first sheet of paper and read it silently.
About ten minutes later.
Gulaimo finished reading the letter. The reason he read it so quickly was because it was only three pages long. The last three pages didn't contain the contents of the letter. Instead, it contained a harp score that Uriel had sent.
Gulaimo originally thought that Uriel had discovered something related to his sister. For example … he had discovered traces of his sister.
He didn't expect that Uriel would spend so many pages describing a harp score that he'd obtained.
Moreover, according to Uriel, he'd obtained this harp score from a dream.
What a joke.
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