Chapter 156 Plan to Run Away
In the afternoon, Samuel was woken up by Arnold.
When he woke up and saw that his collar was wide open and the nipples were particularly red, Samuel was able to remain calm.
The puppy can't stop drinking milk, and I can't abandon the loyal dog, so I can only endure it myself.
"Mother." Arnold reminded him softly, "Someone is coming up."
"Yeah." Samuel yawned. He was still sleepy and rubbing his eyes. He looked particularly soft.
Soon, there was a knock on the door.
"Madam, are you up?" the butler said. "Dinner is ready."
"Get up, I'll come down after I'm done packing." Samuel sent the man away.
Perhaps the butler himself did not realize that in just three days, Samuel's status in the mansion had changed drastically.
The morning before, the butler was so reckless that he barged in and asked the frail Samuel to attend Arnold's funeral.
Now the butler and other servants treated Samuel with far more respect and fear than they had before treated the original person.
After sleeping for an afternoon, Samuel barely regained some energy. He got up from the bed, changed into his home clothes without caring about the puppy in the room, and went to the bathroom to wash up.
After cleaning up, Samuel told Arnold to be careful not to be discovered, and then went downstairs to eat.
After dinner, he also showed some concern for the puppy Chuan Chuan that he bought yesterday. Chuan Chuan was well taken care of by the maids because of his father's status.
The sun had not yet completely set. Samuel sat in the garden for a while and suddenly felt that if there were no swords hanging over his head, perhaps he would like a peaceful day like this, smelling the fragrance of flowers and feeling the breeze.
"Ma'am," the housekeeper came over and asked hesitantly, "Is the master okay?"
Samuel turned his head and squinted his eyes to look at the butler. Then he saw that the butler's expression was becoming more and more panicked, and beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.
Spring is such a beautiful season, what is the housekeeper so nervous about?
Did he finally realize that the power in the mansion was no longer completely under his control?
Samuel smiled brightly: "I am telling you the truth: the gentleman is unwell and is still recuperating."
The housekeeper was shocked to realize that Samuel had been saying the same thing for the past three days. He had some doubts at first, but now that the living dead were lurking around, Samuel suddenly went from being a controllable character to the backbone of the entire mansion.
The housekeeper then realized that before, they had only relied on their financial support for Samuel to force him to marry the master and help him survive. Now that the master's situation was unclear, Samuel gradually gained the upper hand.
He is one of the most talented magicians in the entire continent - everyone has ignored this fact until now.
The more the butler thought about it, the more panicked he became, and cold sweat soaked his shirt.
Samuel did not miss the butler's change of mindset. He was actually quite surprised, as he had thought it would take some time to happen.
Now... we can speed up the progress of the next plan.
So Samuel said more gently: "What's wrong? Is there a problem? If there is any problem, it's best to solve it before Bishop Cassius comes to me - you know, the living dead are really difficult to deal with."
"No, no." Hearing the threat in Samuel's words, the butler became even more frightened.
"By the way, I also have a question I want to ask you, but I never found the opportunity before."
"Please ask."
"Well, I want to ask: Are you Mr. Hermann's butler, or the butler of the Governor's Mansion? I ask this simply because when I was a commoner, I also believed that as long as the Governor was there, the town would be peaceful."
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"So, who is the patron saint of the town, Mr. Hermann or the governor?" Samuel asked with a smile.
A cool breeze blew, but beads of sweat were streaming down the housekeeper's forehead.
He completely understood what Samuel meant, and finally understood why Samuel had insisted last night that he immediately take advantage of the night to bring his relatives over for a discussion.
——He deliberately let his relatives face the scene of the living dead running rampant in the streets.
He deliberately chose the moment after someone was attacked and suggested that everyone put the gold in the mansion and he would keep it for everyone, so as to ensure the safety of everyone's life and property.
The butler suddenly realized that everyone had underestimated this man over the years.
No matter how gentle and easy-going he is, he is still a powerful magician after all.
The gentler Samuel's attitude was at this moment, the more frightened the butler became.
All the magicians loyal to Mr. Hermann were in the basement with Mr. Hermann, and the crystal door was never actually opened during these three days.
No one can be 100% sure that Mr. Herman is safe.
Now, I am afraid that no one in the entire Golden Town can suppress him in terms of strength - perhaps if Master Arnold is still alive.
But the young master is dead.
Samuel, the great magician, is the only one who can currently support the Governor's Mansion. In the afternoon, when Samuel was catching up on his sleep, the entire Golden Town was in chaos.
Countless people besieged the guard office, demanding an explanation from the guard captain and questioning his ability to protect the safety of civilians.
Some people also came to the consul's palace to cause trouble, but were rescued by Bishop Cassius who "happened" to pass by. Bishop Cassius said that he and Lord Samuel in the palace would patrol at night to prevent accidents and find a solution as soon as possible.
Someone asked who Mr. Samuel was?
Bishop Cassius asked in surprise, "Don't you know? He's a powerful Grand Mage, currently residing in the Archon's Palace." As for Archon Hermann? That's unclear, except that he seems to be in poor health.
The butler witnessed the whole process.
In fact, he was in a state of confusion throughout the afternoon, with a conflict between his conscience and his desires.
Seeing that Samuel was having fun with the puppy, I thought of testing him while he was in a good mood.
Sure enough, Samuel had been hiding his abilities.
After realizing this, the butler felt a little relieved - Samuel had tolerated his previous rudeness and did not get angry with him, which must mean that he was valuable to him.
I hope this value is enough to gain the protection of a great magician.
It doesn't matter what Mr. Herman's physical condition is now.
After all, he was just a consul in the history of Golden Town, even if he was the longest-serving one.
Perhaps now is a good time for a change of leadership.
"Sir," the butler said, using a more respectful title. "I am the butler of the Consul's residence. I served the previous Consul before Mr. Hermann took office."
"You'd better call me 'Madam,'" Samuel said. "Everyone knows me as Mr. Herman's wife."
"In fact, you didn't complete the wedding, nor did you go through the legal procedures," the butler told him. "Besides, I and the other servants in the mansion are all servants of the mansion. We are very happy to serve every consul."
As he spoke, the butler bowed slightly.
Samuel knew that he was completely surrendering.
It seems that the zombies have a very strong sense of oppression on ordinary people. The butler who was so arrogant three days ago is now just an ordinary person who has to seek refuge from the great magician.
Samuel suddenly felt fortunate that he had traveled through time and space and became one of the people who could use magic in the magical world. Otherwise, he would be like him now, facing unknown and terrifying creatures and only hoping in fear that someone powerful would save his life.
"I understand. I will try my best to protect everyone." Samuel also made his promise.
I'm afraid only I and Bishop Cassius know that these zombies don't hurt people, at least they are not interested in people for now.
They are only interested in gold.
Just don't wear gold jewelry.
The butler was greatly relieved to have reached an agreement with Samuel. He took the initiative to bring up what happened that morning. "After you rested this morning, the relatives had lunch before leaving. It seems they are considering temporarily storing the gold at the mansion, as you suggested." The butler paused and added, "However, they did ask you to sign an agreement."
"Well, sure. Please follow up on this matter for me." Samuel replied.
He believed that with the ability of the butler, this matter could be accomplished quickly.
Samuel didn't care whether the agreement was signed or not - he wasn't going to pay it back.
Samuel learned from his original body's memories and the classics he left behind that gold in this world is not a circulating currency, but the only stable magical medium.
His body was frozen in the moment before death thanks to the divine power of Bishop Cassius. Samuel believed that this was not the only solution.
He needed a large amount of gold for experiments, for various enchantments, and to prolong his life.
He was not interested in becoming the new consul. As soon as he got the gold, he would take Arnold and run away, leaving these people to die.
I believe there are many people who are willing to be heroes.
Anyway, that person is not him.
The two men had their own plans in mind, but the superficial agreement made both of them very satisfied.
It was getting darker and night was falling.
Samuel stood up, handed the skewers in his arms to the butler, and said, "The living dead are appearing earlier and earlier. You should tell everyone to take precautions early. I'll go upstairs for a while. When Bishop Cassius comes later, please call me."
"Yes, sir." The butler agreed.
One step closer to freedom, Samuel was in a good mood.
He walked up the stairs with a brisk pace.
In the room, Arnold was standing in front of the bookshelf reading a book. He was wearing a white shirt with no buttons fastened and trousers.
Judging from the size, he should have gone back to his room.
Samuel understood that Arnold was gradually recovering his intelligence.
"Mother." Arnold closed the manuscript in his hand.
"Well, can you understand it?" Samuel asked him.
"I understand."
"That's good."
Samuel was not surprised at all that Arnold, an alchemist, could understand the magic book.
Alchemy is another kind of spell that is much more difficult than magic. A genius like Arnold should have no problem practicing both.
I have to speed up my study progress.
It is very dangerous to rely on your status as a great magician to deal with man-eating jackals without having the corresponding strength.
Samuel was just about to talk to Arnold about gold, but he saw the red-haired puppy who had originally greeted him happily suddenly change his expression.
"Mother." Arnold's eyebrows were tightly knitted. He clasped Samuel's two thin wrists with his big hands and lifted Samuel's hands up to smell them.
After smelling it, his face became even more smelly, and he lowered his head to his chest, sniffing hard with his nose.
It made Samuel's chest feel numb.
"Who did you touch just now?" he asked.
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