Chapter 154 Cooling Oil
When Samuel returned, Arnold had already left, along with the pajamas and slippers that Samuel had given him to keep.
Thinking that the puppy was so well-behaved and would not cause any trouble, Samuel did not pay any attention to it. He cleaned up the traces in the two rooms, took a bath, and went to bed.
He didn't sleep well that night. Samuel woke up again at dawn, and it was only six o'clock when he woke up.
After washing up and changing his clothes, he went downstairs. A maid brought him some freshly brewed breakfast tea. Samuel drank some and felt that his dull pain in the temples was better.
The tossing and turning last night caused him to be severely sleep deprived.
Samuel thought, it was a good thing that he ran away quickly enough, otherwise he would have to follow Bishop Cassius to carry the corpse and would not be able to sleep all night.
It will also make your body stink.
Come to think of it, Arnold didn't have any strange smell on him.
The red-haired puppy smelled like a sun-baked wool sweater. Even though it was already dead, its flesh was still warm...
The sound of footsteps interrupted Samuel's thoughts.
He looked up and saw the housekeeper leading a large group of relatives in at the door.
Samuel quickly assumed the demeanor of a mistress, stood up to greet them, and led them into the reception room.
It was too early now, not even time for breakfast. The maid only brought a lot of tea and some small cookies to go with it and then left, leaving the living room to the host to entertain the guests.
Samuel sat on a single sofa, and the others sat together in twos and threes, making it easy to see who was closer to whom.
They all looked unhappy, and no one was puzzled by Samuel calling them over so early. It was obvious that they all knew about the undead.
Perhaps, he encountered the living dead on the way here.
Samuel asked the steward, "Did you encounter anything unclean when you came here?"
The butler nodded and said, "A zombie that looks like a child broke into your aunt's carriage and stole the gold necklace that was hanging around her neck."
Samuel looked at the person the butler was talking about, and sure enough, there were some red scratches on the lady's chest.
"How are you, my dear Josephine?" Samuel asked with concern. "Perhaps when you leave, you would like to take a small box of scar cream I made myself - it has beauty and skin care effects."
No way, it's just lard cream with mint leaves and orange peel essential oil, perfect for fooling wrinkled women like you.
Samuel's expression was concerned and his tone was gentle.
Mrs. Josephine was deceived by his mask, and her originally angry mood suddenly became brighter. She touched her neck with deep marks on it and said, "Of course, I'm happy to take a box away, my dear, you are so considerate."
Several other ladies were also interested in the scar removal cream that was said to be good for beauty and skin care. After chatting with Samuel for a few minutes, they each asked for a box.
With this ice-breaking session, the atmosphere of the subsequent conversation became much milder.
They first expressed their concern for Mr. Hermann's health, and each of them wanted to kneel down by his bedside as a filial son.
Samuel assured him that Mr. Herman was recovering, that he had a good appetite, and that he had eaten three whole slices of toast last night.
As he said that, Samuel asked the butler to bring some pastries over so that the family could get together and have breakfast.
During a gray breakfast, a group of people with ulterior motives sat together and chatted.
Samuel, like a true bride, a mistress devoted to her husband's family, willing to die for them, explained the pros and cons to her relatives: "I'm sure you've all heard about the gold theft. We've suffered heavy losses this time, but I promise you all, as long as I remain the mistress of this mansion and the master and the others retain their trust in me, I will not let any of you suffer in vain."
"At first, I wasn't sure of the thief's identity. I just knew he wasn't an ordinary person. But then Bishop Cassius came to see me that night and confirmed my assumption—he was the living dead."
"As for the specifics, I think everyone should have seen it when they came here at night. Bishop Cassius and I were patrolling the streets last night, and I can responsibly say that all the corpses in the suburban cemetery have resurrected. I think everyone knows the leader better than I do."
"Before I offer a solution, I hope someone can tell me about Arnold."
As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere became stagnant again.
Samuel narrowed his eyes and looked at these relatives who were dressed in luxurious clothes and were extremely wealthy.
They are the top rich people in the Golden Town, and may even be the richest group of people in the entire continent.
When they heard that they had a solution, they all had smiles on their faces.
After hearing that I asked them about Arnold, his expression suddenly changed.
What makes them so scared?
On the day of Arnold's burial, they were more lively and flamboyant than monkeys, and couldn't wait to divide up the mansion in front of him.
They were not at all sad about Arnold's death, they were only concerned about whether Mr. Hermann could still hold on.
But now, after hearing that Arnold was resurrected and was the leader of the living dead as he called them, he was so scared?
Could it be that Arnold still has some secret?
The water in this mansion is getting deeper and deeper.
Seeing no one answer, Samuel sighed and explained, "I'm not trying to pry into the secrets before I came into this house. It's just that everyone knows that with the city under lockdown, the number of the living dead is probably even greater than the living. I want to be sure that Arnold won't take the initiative to cause trouble. Otherwise, I may not be able to protect everyone - including Bishop Cassius. None of us can be sure that the living dead will not hurt anyone."
As soon as these words were spoken, Lady Josephine, the only one who had been attacked, screamed, "You mean, those undead won't stop, they'll just keep doing this?"
"I'm afraid so," Samuel said helplessly. "Until Bishop Cassius and I—or someone more powerful than the two of us—we figure out a solution, no place in this town will be safe."
Someone gasped.
"Oh my God!" Joseph rolled her eyes and fell into her husband's arms in shock.
The housekeeper's face also darkened.
He remembered that a zombie accidentally broke into the mansion last night. The servants didn't dare to move, and the maid who first discovered the zombie was so scared that she fainted.
It was Bishop Cassius who appeared in time and got the zombies out, so the mansion was not in complete chaos.
The housekeeper asked, "Madam, is there any way to get rid of the living dead?"
"Not yet," Samuel lied.
He actually knew how to destroy the living dead's bodies, but he was not sure whether their souls would become even more terrifying if their bodies turned to ashes. Besides, Bishop Cassius had clearly meant last night that he didn't want him to fight these living dead.
Someone is manipulating things behind the scenes, preventing the dead from resting in peace. They were victims and should not be destroyed a second time without any reason.
Samuel knew that if he gave them a positive answer, they would definitely ask him to get rid of all the living dead.
If he was the original body, in this situation, he could just make up his mind and run away.
But he is not, he does not have that much power, and he cannot afford to be hunted down by the clergy.
To this end, Samuel could only use the old method - to expand the game.
Bring more people in, make them wary of each other, and then you will have a way out.
Tell Bishop Cassius that he and Arnold are innocent and that the mastermind is someone else; let the butler and relatives think that it is Arnold who is seeking revenge and that it is Arnold who is controlling all the living dead; tame Arnold and let Arnold fight for him.
Only by clearing himself completely and placing himself in a profitable yet weak and controllable position will no one touch him easily, but will try their best to protect him.
Just like now, Mrs. Josephine, who was awakened by pinching her philtrum, squeezed over and grabbed Samuel's hand. Tears of fear in her eyes fell down and hit the carpet.
She hurriedly pressed on, "You said you couldn't protect everyone—how many could you protect? You're the most gifted Grand Mage, and it was Mr. Hermann who funded your studies, and you married him—child, I mean, I'm your Aunt Josephine, you'll protect me, right?"
"Dear Aunt Josephine..."
"I was just attacked by a dead child. I must be at high risk! You must protect me first. I've always had high hopes for you..."
"Of course," Samuel agreed.
Mrs. Josephine breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the promise.
But the other relatives were not happy.
They started arguing with each other. All those present were Mr. Hermann's close friends and relatives. They were all related by blood and had deep feelings for Mr. Hermann.
They all said that Samuel had to help protect their family.
For a moment, the entire reception room looked like a vegetable market.
When it comes to life and death, life is at stake, and relatives who originally shared the same hatred for the enemy can turn against each other in an instant.
This made Samuel even more curious: What did they do to Arnold that made them so afraid of his revenge?
Samuel just watched them quarreling quietly without interrupting. He told the butler something. The butler left in a hurry and returned quickly. He deliberately made the sound of the door closing very loud, which interrupted the meaningless quarrel of everyone.
"Okay." Samuel finally stopped.
He asked the housekeeper to distribute the mint, orange peel and lard ointment he had made to refresh himself while studying, which he had placed on the desk in his bedroom, to everyone one by one.
Samuel explained, "This is cooling oil. It's very effective in healing the scratches of the living dead. If even this doesn't work, then please come to me. I can make the death of those who have been scratched less painful."
Samuel was satisfied to see that none of them looked happy.
And that's exactly what he wanted.
The death threat has been issued, so there is no need to worry that they will not accept it.
Before anyone could complain, Samuel ordered them to leave:
"Besides that, there's another option. You can temporarily leave your gold in the mansion. I promise I'll keep an eye on it for you, and you won't be targeted by the living dead—but I doubt you'll agree. So let's do this for now." Samuel stood up and walked out. "I'm very tired, so I'll excuse you. I have to patrol the streets tonight. Please stay safe at home and don't face the living dead directly."
Samuel openly left everyone behind and asked the butler to see them off.
His heart was really not feeling well, it was beating fast, as if reminding him that something was going to happen.
Is that Arnold? But it's still daytime.
In short, he had to go back to the bedroom and rest as soon as possible.
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