Outside the Tate family manor, the postman wearing a black single-breasted jacket was carrying a large dark green shoulder bag.

In the manor area, each company has a dedicated person to take charge of the mailbox, and all letters and packages will be delivered first by the hands of these exclusive postal operators.

Passing through the iron gate outside, a wide red brick road leads to the villa inside. On both sides of the road are flower beds and green spaces, and special waiters are repairing them.

Of course, he could not enter the manor directly without permission, so he stood at the door, and the waiter inside knew him, nodded and ran into the villa to report.

After a while, the housekeeper of the Tate family, Quirrell, walked along the red brick road.

Whether dressed or gaited during marching, the postman was still so meticulous. Sometimes he wondered whether the housekeepers of these big families were more tired than their masters, because the young guys and girls were always free and easy, and they still had etiquette, but not much of it was left.

"Mr. Dwick, are there any emails today?"

Kilow is already quite old, tall, but he is inevitably thin, with gray temples, and always likes to keep a smile when talking to the outside world. This makes most of the servants in the Tate family have a very good impression of him.

"Yes, there was an email, sent from Denby County, and a parcel...Not Name, someone placed it in the mail storage outside the manor area, with only the collection address, which is Tate Manor."

Take out two things from his bag and hand them to the Butler Quirrell. When he takes them over, he is about to turn around and leave.

"Wait, Mr. Dwick, who sent this package without the sender's information, must be delivered by some means to appear in the mail storage in the estate, right? You, as the exclusive postman of the Tart family, have an obligation to remember the status of all mails when they arrive and ensure that they are intact in our hands."

Kilow called out Dwick, who was about to leave, and his eyes stopped for a short time on the package.

The simple packaging without any aesthetics, the shell is just an ordinary material, and there is no doubt that this package was not sent by a partner of the Tate family or someone close to the family.

After all, for the people of the class that Mr. Wesley Tart can reach, they want to mail something, even if it is very simple, and its outer packaging cannot be sloppy. As the housekeeper of Quirrell who is often responsible for packaging objects, this is the standard of their career.

If you just deal with it at will, it would be fine if you are considered rude and have no artistic beauty. The most serious thing is to embarrass the owner.

"I...I think this should be a postman from another place, yes, it should be..."

Dwick sneered.

What Kilow is talking about is his work content, which is actually a very easy thing. Although the Tate family has a lot of emails, most of them are actually various products bought by Miss Mathil in the King Crime District. At the beginning, everyone had to check it out and explain what it was for recording.

Later, I remembered it a lot, and boredom became an inevitable thing.

As the times go on and on, those individuals are all about going back and forth. How could everyone come to take a look?

Humans are the most lazy race, and there is no need to doubt this.

But some people want to be lazy, so they invent all kinds of things, while in the other part, they want to be lazy, that is really lazy...

"You didn't remember?"

Kilo held the package in both hands, his feet, which were originally standing together, and stepped forward.

"This...is really sorry, because I slept too late yesterday, so I was not in good spirits this morning. Please give me another chance, I will definitely... next time."

Before he finished speaking, Dwick found that his perspective suddenly turned dizzy, and the next second he hit the tree trunk behind him. The violent impact made him collapse like shrimps when he fell down.

"Mr. Dwick, you have been fired. I will send someone else to take over your work. This is your medical expenses. Goodbye!"

The gold pound was thrown high from Quirrell's hand and landed in front of Dwick, who wanted to speak, not to curse, but to plead with mercy, and he did not want to lose the job.

However, when he saw the cold eyes of Qiluo's glance, all his words could only swallow them silently, staggered up from the ground, picked up the gold pound, and then left.

Qiluo looked at the letter, clamped it between his fingers, then picked up the package with both hands, observed it from all sides, put it in his ears, and found nothing unusual. He went to the side room of the main hall and cut the package outside the package with a knife.

This is not a private view. As the butler of the Tate family, this type of special package, Quirrell, has the right to open and view it directly.

This is to prevent some harmful things from being stored inside from causing harm to the owner.

"Gift box?"

Open the outermost package, there is a lilac gift box inside, and there is no label or insignia, which is the most common type of box.

Wear a pair of black leather gloves and a mechanical mask to prevent anyone from having a touch mechanism on the gift box.

Huh ~

He let out a breath under the mask and lifted the lid with both hands.

The next second, even though Qi Luo, the old housekeeper who had experienced countless storms, still stiffened his hands in the air, and after a while, he silently covered him back.

After taking off the gloves and mask, Kiro's face was not good-looking.

The things in this box themselves are not concerned about, the problem is the meaning behind it.

He walked around the table twice, carried his hands behind his back, then came to him and held them tightly, or stood at the table, watching the box silently.

The servant who passed by the door had never seen such an anxious butler. After thinking about it, he walked up and asked, "Mr. Butler, is there anything I need my help?"

God is pitiful. His words are just to make him leave a good impression in Butler Quirrell's heart. After all, the old butler of the Tate family is always able to speak even in front of the master.

"Help? Of course, you are here at the right time. You hand over the box you just sent to Mr. Wesley. If the master asks me, he will say I'll check the person who sent the mail. Do you understand?"

The butler looked at the servant, his eyes full of praise, handed the box to his hands, and then said,

"By the way, are you married? We will provide subsidies for the Tate family even if they are servants."

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

The attendant said something embarrassedly.

Not married means no children.

No big problem.

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

After saying that, Kilowe left the Tate family's villa and walked about 5 minutes along the location leading to the mail storage.

Return the same route.

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

As soon as we arrived at the door, two servants ran out of the door and were in panic.

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

Quirrell, who was prepared, walked into the lobby, and was unhurried. He smelled the bloody smell from the air and found Wesley's study.

When I opened the door, I saw the rag bag-like body hanging beside the wall. I didn't have to think about it and it was the guard.

He shook his head slightly, thank you for your hard work.

Wesley sat on the desk, holding his head up, and the heavy gasps could be heard even by Kiro a few meters away.

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

Qilu's eyes were on the box on the table, with a layer of red and festive silk in it, and a index finger in the middle, which was white, tender and slender. You could tell at a glance that it was the finger of a girl who never did thick work and did not lift heavy objects.

There is also a ring attached to this finger, and a pink gem is inlaid in the exquisite crown made of silver wire.

"This is the gift I gave to Mathil when she was an adult... Now it's been sent back with Mathil's fingers... Don't let me find him, I'll let him know what hell is!"

Wesley's eyes were glowing fiercely and his hands were supporting the tabletop.

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

The above are not intimidation, nor blackmail, nor are they ridiculed and cracked down.

There are only three characters and a punctuation: Taste it?

The butler had not opened the note before. He only saw the content now, and an inexplicable light flashed in his eyes.

"What do you think will happen next?"

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

It was not because of strong emotional self-control or indifferent to Matil Tate, but the significance behind this note made Wesley respond with 100% calmness.

"Do I need to check again... some peripheral personnel can deal with it to ensure that everything is foolproof."

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

"Hmph, Qiluo, over the years, your personality is still the same... I can't hold back!"

If you want to destroy someone, you must first make him crazy and lose his footsteps. This is always a taboo in the game.

"Don't do anything extra. He sent Mathil's finger and this note, just to tell me that he discovered something, low-level psychological tactics, poor skills, and then act rashly... wait, continue to wait, don't take any action, he will not be able to help jump out again."

In Wesley's view, the other party's behavior was not so much a discovery of anything, but rather that he had discovered nothing.
Chapter completed!