Chapter 58 The Shrinking Maids Each Have Their Own Motives
It seemed that it was because of Vifiya's call of "uncle" that Naang remembered for a long time the little girl who used to stare at him with shining eyes, and was not afraid of the scar on his face, and even touched it out of curiosity.
Even though she became a completely different person than when she was a child, she would still greet him and call him uncle when she met him, and occasionally chat with him, even though he was not very good at communication.
As she grew older, they met less and less.
His stern face softened slightly, but he still spoke in a serious tone, "Miss, please get in the carriage."
Vifiya nodded and asked casually, "Then Uncle Ang, isn't Stellan coming?"
Naang quickly replied, "Young Master Stellan has already left in advance with the eldest young master and the Marquis."
Vifiya lowered her eyes. It seemed that Vaholian had already started to make things difficult for Stellan, otherwise he would not have been in the capital mansion these days.
Vifiya's eyes were cold as she looked at the young maid: "Where is my personal maid?"
She had no intention of making things difficult for the servant, but it was always a good idea to be cautious until she was sure who she belonged to.
Moreover, she was very sure that she had never seen this face in all her past lives and had no impression of it.
The maid clutched the suitcase tightly and timidly spoke, "Miss... Miss, Neve... Neve and the Marquis, they went back together... first... first. The Marquis ordered me to come... to serve you..."
Something was wrong. Even if she was plotting against the Marquis, she was still his daughter in public. He was so concerned about his reputation, how could he send a maid with such a personality to serve her instead of Neve?
Even though they were leaving on the same day, she was reluctant to let Neve go with her. Did she think Neve would become uncontrollable around her? Or had their plans changed?
No matter what the reason is, it is not good for Vifiya. The only good news is that there is no news about Hefa, so everything is still under control.
She calmed down, stepped on the small stool and stepped onto the carriage, then said to Naang, "We have to wait a little longer."
As soon as he finished speaking, Arnold came over with a horse and Lila.
Vifiya had told Arnold that she would be leaving Lachigo soon and he would make preparations in advance, so she was not surprised that he came so soon.
Naang's eyes were calm and he turned to look at Vifiya inquiringly.
A faint smile appeared on her lips: "Uncle Naang, he is the knight I chose."
Naang fixed his eyes on Arnold, who had already saluted them, and looked at him carefully from top to bottom.
"Civilians?" He turned to look at Vifiya, his eyes full of doubt, but his tone was certain.
Vifiya smiled slightly: "Uncle Ang is still as sharp as ever."
After getting her confirmation, those gray eyes stared at Arnold silently, as if observing him.
Arnold's expression didn't change at all, and he let him look at him generously.
Naang knew that he had no position and no qualifications to ask about Vifia's affairs. As a subordinate, he could not influence who she chose as her knight. The fact that she could openly let someone follow her to Seronil must have been approved by the Marquis.
It was not that he looked down on civilians. During his time fighting on the battlefield, he was no different from civilians. He also witnessed many talented civilian knights dying for noble knights.
"Uncle Naang." A gentle female voice brought him back to his senses. "If you have time, I'd like to ask you to teach Arnold swordsmanship."
Na Ang looked at the little girl's smiling eyes and nodded silently.
Well, let him try whether this person of common origin has the ability to hold on to this position.
The wheels rolled, leaving two lines of ruts in the snow, as well as a few traces of horse hooves, extending all the way into the distance.
Vifiya opened her eyes and looked calmly at the maid sitting opposite her.
The maid seemed to be uncomfortable and wanted to move, but she held back because of her gaze. Her lips moved, and she tried to ask Vifiya what was wrong several times. After struggling for a while, she finally mustered up the courage, but saw Vifiya turned her head to admire the snow scene outside the window.
The bustling city gradually faded away. Just when the maid breathed a sigh of relief, thinking she would not speak, Vifiya gently asked, "What's your name?"
The maid sat up straight when she heard the question: "Marlene, Miss, my name is Marlene."
Vifiya stared at the white light passing by outside and said nonchalantly, "I don't think I've seen you before in the Marquis's Palace in Seronil."
"Yes." Marlene clutched the dress on her legs with both hands. "I was recently hired as a maid at... at Lachigo's mansion."
"I see." Vifiya said uninterestedly.
"Yes... yes..." Marlene's voice gradually faded away, "Yes."
The bare tree trunks could not bear a single snowflake. They slowly passed by Vifiya's sight. Her tone remained calm: "It seems that you are quite capable. You were assigned by your father shortly after arriving at the Marquis's Mansion."
Marlene pursed her lips and waved her hands nervously: "No... no, Miss, it was just that the Marquis was about to leave when I went into the study to bring tea."
I don't know what she was thinking about, her expression became more and more panicked: "Well...it's not that I can't do it." She raised her head eagerly and looked directly at Vifiya. The carriage suddenly bumped, and she was frightened and about to fall forward. Vifiya was quick to hold her arm with one hand and hold her palm with the other hand to keep her balance.
After Marlene sat down, she quickly pulled her hand back as if startled. "Thank you... Thank you, Miss."
The carriage stopped and Naang knocked on the window: "Miss, are you okay?"
"It's okay, keep going." Vifiya replied.
He nodded and gestured with his hands, signaling the convoy to continue moving forward.
The wheels are rolling again.
Marlene's grip on her skirt tightened. "I'm sorry...Miss."
Vifiya's eyes fell on her without saying a word. Marlene lowered her head and exuded a sense of fear: "I'm sorry, Miss, please don't fire me. I can do anything."
As she spoke, her voice sounded like she was about to cry: "I... I'm an orphan. I finally found this job with great difficulty. I... I really... I really don't want to go back to the way things were."
"I really can't lose this job."
Vifiya's expression remained unchanged. She leaned back against the soft chair, closed her eyes, and dozed off. "Why should I fire you?"
The carriage was quiet for a moment, and then Marlene's voice, sniffing and delighted, was heard: "Thank you, miss, thank you, I will work hard, thank you."
Vifiya said "hmm" lightly.
The carriage fell silent again, with only the turning of the wheels and the tinkling of the horse bells.
Lies, Vifiya thought.
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A thick layer of white covered the treetops. As the cold wind blew, the snow in the air fluttered down and stopped on the road that was already covered with snowflakes.
The sea jade vine flag on the top of the carriage was fluttering, the convoy was so majestic that ordinary carriages passing by took the initiative to avoid it.
Stellan stared at Vaholian across from him vaguely, only to see him open the expedited document and flip through the pages, with no change in his gaze.
But if he looked at it for too long, Vaholian would feel uncomfortable, as if Stellan was up to something bad again.
"You'd better behave yourself these few days and don't make your father angry again." Vaholian took out the parchment he had finished reading and folded it at the end, saying without raising his head.
Stellan lowered his eyes when he heard that. He was recently punished by the Marquis because he accidentally bumped into a man named Ruguien. It was a coincidence that few people usually walked on that road, so how could he have bumped into him?
There was a thoughtful look in his eyes. He had never seen him in the Marquis's mansion before, but now the Marquis always kept him by his side. Although there seemed to be a certain distance between the two of them, he could still vaguely feel that the Marquis valued him.
Who is this Rujin?
He concealed the inquiry in his eyes and smiled harmlessly, "Brother, is there anything special about that Lu Jian?"
Vaholian's eyes remained fixed on the document, unmoved. He said calmly, "Don't ask about things we shouldn't know."
Did he really not know? Stellan thought, blinking away all thoughts.
"Brother, aren't you curious at all? And father actually took away my sister's personal maid. Isn't this not in accordance with etiquette?" Stellan looked like he was simply curious about this matter.
Vaholian put the document aside and pulled out a new one. This time, his voice was a little firmer: "I told you, don't ask about things we shouldn't know." He paused, "Or are you questioning your father?"
Stellan smiled slightly and said, "How could that be? I'm just curious, what exactly is going on..." He spoke slowly, with a hint of teasing in his eyes, "Father didn't even tell you."
After he finished speaking, he secretly observed Vaholian's movements. Although it was very subtle, he still saw that his hand holding the document stiffened slightly.
He suddenly felt disappointed. He really didn't understand why Vahorian was not such a good heir.
Vaholian raised his eyelids, his amber pupils calm and composed, but his voice was cold: "Seven years have passed, and you still don't know what to say and what not to say."
As if a sore spot had been touched, Stellan's expression changed.
Hefa, who was leaning against the flagpole on top of the carriage using invisibility magic, couldn't help but smile mockingly as he listened to the conversation between the two brothers.
He moved his body slightly to a more comfortable position. He looked up and saw little silver dots flowing. Although the snow had not stopped, fortunately it was much lighter today.
He seemed to understand Vifiya a little bit. In such a family, who would dare to trust her easily? They were obviously blood relatives, but they were worse than acquaintances.
It was not easy. His sight fell on the carriage in front. Marquis Kesley, Neve, and the magician were all inside. His eyes were heavy. He did have his own position in intervening in this matter.
Far away, in another carriage heading to the same destination, in Vifia's suitcase, the doll slowly half-opened its eyes in the darkness, then quickly closed them again.
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