kingnovel Chapter 510 Rotten Wood
Chapter 510 Rotten Wood
The next day
Marquez slowly opened his eyes, and all the fatigue in his body disappeared.
Although his muscles were as stiff as rocks after sitting in the carriage for almost a week, he was still a strong young man after all, and there was no problem that could not be solved by a good night's sleep.
Then he turned his head, but there was no one on the bed on the other side.
Sandor did not reveal his identity when he came here, so he was mistaken for Marquez's servant and was not given a separate room.
It wasn't that the Helvensons were stingy, but rather that someone of his status needed servants to serve and guard him at all times, even when he slept. There was no such thing as privacy. Those chosen for personal service were all slaves trained from infancy. They were like the family's dogs, absolutely loyal to the family. The family would provide them with the best dog food and kennels, and no one would feel their privacy was violated by having their pet in the bedroom.
For example, his personal attendant was a maid who was eight years older than him, but because the maid was sick, she could not join him on this trip, which he was not used to.
Because of this, Sandor could only sleep in the same room with him.
If Sandor was really a servant, Marquez would let him sleep on the sofa or on the floor, but he and Sandor were nominally equals rather than subordinates, so when it was time to sleep, he pulled Sandor from the sofa to the bed to sleep together.
Not seeing Sandor, Marquez sat up from the bed. He slowly scanned the bedroom and found no trace of Sandor either.
So he got out of bed and slowly searched every corner of the bedroom: under the bed, in the bathroom, on the terrace, but there was no one there.
interesting.
Marquez leaned against the stone railing of the terrace, then immediately shrank back because the railing was as cold as ice.
interesting.
Marquez probably guessed it too.
This guy came here to visit Hildra, but his purpose of visiting him might be different from mine.
He wasn't angry... a little bit actually, but not because he was being used by Sandor, but because Sandor came with a different purpose but didn't tell him.
Hey, if you want to cause trouble, you can just tell me directly. Maybe we can do it together, or I can tell you some more information in the car.
But no matter what, Sandor had already used him to accomplish his goal. Marquez certainly wouldn't expose him. So how could he expose him? Would he report him to the people at Helveticon?
Moreover, he had no motive to expose Sandor. Sandor had not received an invitation in the first place, so no matter what he was going to do, the people of Helvethon would not know about it. Therefore, what he was going to do probably would not bring any benefits to the people of Helvethon. This was what the Campbell family was happy to see.
Marquez’s eyelids twitched when he reached this point in the analysis.
Interesting. Was it also part of your calculation that I wouldn't be exposed?
interesting.
Next time we meet, I must find a chance to ask this guy how he planned to get here if I hadn't taken the initiative to talk to him at the beginning.
If we can meet again.
I hope you are not a pawn that is used and discarded.
"Boom boom boom!"
There was a sudden knock on the door from the other side.
Wait wait wait wait!
Marquez quickly stopped thinking.
What if Sandor just got up early and went out for a walk? He was a little nervous to think about so many things by himself.
So he answered and went to open the door. He stopped to smooth his hair when he walked past the floor-length mirror. But when he opened the door, he found that the person standing outside was not Sandor, but the vampire butler from yesterday.
Uh... Although Marquez knew that the other party was not a vampire, the first impression was there. He just had to be careful not to let it slip in the future.
"Mr. Campbell, I'm here to bring you breakfast."
The vampire butler said this as he made room for the dining cart to come over, and Marquez also made room so that the servants could deliver the food on the dining cart to the bedroom.
"Also, Lord Hildra will receive you this morning. I'll be back in an hour. Please be prepared."
The vampire butler and the servant who delivered the food left. Marquez looked at the double portion of food on the table and sighed. It seemed that his guess was correct.
An hour and a half later
Led by the vampire butler, Marquez is on his way to meet the head of the Helivinson family. This castle is not simply built on the mountain, but the entire mountain is hollowed out. The vampire butler is guiding him into the depths of the mountains.
The people of Helvetica did not notice where Sandor went. Perhaps in their eyes, he was just an insignificant little person and not worth paying attention to at all.
Marquez was walking in a closed corridor all the way, but the temperature of the air changed several times, and sometimes he could feel a slight vibration coming from the soles of his feet. Who knew what was on the other side of these stone walls.
Finally, he came to a plain wooden door. The vampire butler stopped and gave Marquez his final instructions:
"Lord Campberger, Lady Hildra's condition remains grim. Please refrain from causing her to become emotionally agitated."
Marquez nodded slightly. Generally speaking, the physical condition of the supreme controller of a powerful group is an absolute secret. Even if he is paralyzed, he must be given medicine or transformed to appear healthy and strong to the outside world. But now this vampire butler said it without hesitation. It seems that the situation is more than just grim.
So the housekeeper knocked on the door three times to alert the people behind him, and then waited for three seconds before pushing the door open.
Marquez walked in and the temperature around him suddenly rose. Even though the corridor was blocked by wind and snow, he could still feel the chill, but behind the door it was as warm as spring.
Behind the door was just a simple-looking little house. The furniture and decoration inside were nothing noteworthy, except that it had a retro style.
Before Marquez came in, there were only two people in the small room, one was half lying on a recliner, covered with a blanket, and another was standing next to the recliner.
Márquez knew the man standing there... but he probably didn't know Márquez, because they had never met in person; Márquez had only seen his picture.
The man was a boy younger than him, well-dressed, with a slightly childish face. Unlike Sandor, he did not cover his eyes, but revealed his bright eyes. Marquez could not see anything in his eyes. It was not that the boy was so unfathomable, but that there was not a trace of impurities in his eyes.
But Marquez wouldn't take it lightly. He knew that truly powerful characters wouldn't have a gloomy face that practically spelled out "I'm sinister, I'm powerful." Truly powerful characters often evoke positive emotions in others, because they're powerful enough that nothing around them can threaten them, so their emotions tend to be relaxed and positive.
The powerful characters who some people talk about as having deep hatred and bitterness are not that powerful in Marquez's eyes, because they are not powerful enough to resolve their deep hatred and bitterness, and it is obvious to others at a glance.
If the young man, Marquez, was not mistaken, he was a blood descendant of Hildra. As for how many generations, Marquez had forgotten, because it had been more than two hundred years since Hildra's first child was born, and the descendants of Helivenson had also reproduced for more than twenty generations. Unless they were important direct descendants, Marquez would not write down their detailed information.
After nodding to the boy, Marquez looked at the person on the recliner again. Hildra was a woman, so it naturally couldn't be this boy, it could only be the rotten piece of wood on the recliner.