Chapter 30: Undercurrents surge, fox fur flies all over the sky
Outside the Plankin Manor, large fields of golden roses are in full bloom, hidden behind the windows by thick velvet curtains.
At this moment, the intricate crystal chandelier hung brightly from the high ceiling, casting a halo of light on the hardwood floor of the living room.
Asaiah twirled his fingers around the tip of his tail and glanced ahead.
The young noble in front of him crossed his long legs and sank lazily into the sofa.
Unlike Enzo's sharp and fierce look, his appearance is more handsome and profound, with a hint of arrogance between his eyebrows. He is pulling the fingers of the young man next to him onto his legs and playing with them carefully.
What seems to be slightly inconsistent with the elegant posture is that the other hand is holding a sleeping dwarf rabbit.
Mayfield Prankin uttered a soft "tsk" and raised his eyes.
Asaiah immediately lowered his head guiltily: "Uncle..."
Mayfield looked at him calmly. "Asia, I have a strong suspicion that you have a sieve on your neck. No matter how important the matter is, within three seconds, it leaks out faster than an hourglass."
Asaiah was scolded without saying a word. He just hung his head obediently and sucked back the water droplets hanging on his nose.
This was the scene You An had just seen when he was politely led in by the butler.
Although he had been working in the bakery for some time, it was the first time that Youan met the famous Count Plankin.
Once, when Lancelot was taking him to work in the bakery, the two talked about the earl.
Although Lancelot and Enzo always make fun of each other, they have a very high opinion of Mayfield and especially appreciate his elegant taste.
Youan thought at the time that if Mr. Earl participated in the Rising Star Competition, he would easily take the top spot.
Lancelot showed a look of regret, shook his head and sighed, saying that it was true, but unfortunately he was not a mute.
From the Cabinet Elders Council to the market supervision team, no one who messes with him will not be reduced to tears.
It can be said that all of Granton’s records are available for review.
Youan took You Tuantuan from the other person. The little guy was getting sleepy. He called out "brother" in a daze and smacked his lips and continued to sleep. There was an amber ring on his little head, which he wore happily as if it were a crown.
"Keep it for him to play with, sir, as an apology gift."
Mayfield nodded gracefully to Euan, turned his head, glanced at Asaiah who was taking small steps towards his legs, and said calmly, "Anyway, I'll deduct it from this kid's pocket money."
Go ahead and do it, as long as you don’t spank me, everything is fine.
Asaiah wiped it casually on his face, called out "Uncle" in a sticky voice, and was about to get close to him.
Mayfield made a disgusted "uh" sound and rudely slapped away the little hand that was about to touch his pants.
You An stood beside Ji Qiao and blinked, feeling that this nobleman was not the same as the rumored image.
Asaiah raised his cat-like face and wagged his tail sheepishly at the two of them.
Ji Qiao laughed at him: "You little dirty boy, you cry at the slightest provocation."
Asaiah muttered softly, "Maybe it's because I'm a fragile kid."
"You're so fragile." Ji Qiao took out a tissue, covered Asaiya's nose with it, and wrapped it up. "Wipe it."
Asaiah squinted his eyes, and his two half-circle ears were straining: "Hun-Hun-"
Ji Qiao threw away the sticky paper ball, took the hot towel from the maid, pinched the back of Asaiah's neck with one hand to make him raise his face, and skillfully wiped his face in all directions.
Youan looked at her silently, his eyes full of nostalgia.
Ever since Lancelot took charge of You Tuantuan's washing, he hadn't been able to clean the little rabbit ball in such a quick and efficient way for a long time.
After wiping it clean, Asaiah came to Youan with a red nose, put his hands behind his back and looked up and said, "Brother Youan, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have forgotten to return Tuantuan to you."
Youan rubbed his head and said, "It's okay. I have responsibilities too."
Asaiah tilted his head: "Have you forgiven me?"
You An smiled and said, "I don't blame you."
Asaiah's eyes curved instantly, and he wanted to imitate Yuan and purse his lips politely, but the devilish "haha" laugh still leaked out from the corner of his mouth.
He stretched out his little arms, wrapped them around Youan's legs, rubbed his furry head back and forth on them, and a happy gurgling sound escaped from his throat.
Youan couldn't help but feel that children's happiness was really simple.
"When it comes to being thick-skinned, who can compare to you? You really shine brightly when you get a little sunshine." Ji Qiao was both angry and amused. He checked the time and suggested to You An, "It's too late now. Just sleep here. I'll pick you up from the store tomorrow."
You An thought about it and decided it was okay. It would be troublesome to carry the sleeping You Tuan Tuan back and forth, not to mention that there was a little tiger cub looking at him eagerly and nodding.
Mayfield certainly didn't mind. He immediately had a guest room prepared and pushed Asaiah in front of Youan. "Excuse me."
“No trouble…”
Youan stood at the door of the room in a daze, holding the rabbit in his left hand and the tiger in his right hand, watching the Earl holding Ji Qiao and walking towards their bedroom.
It was late at night and time to go to bed, but the manor of another nobleman was still brightly lit.
In the study belonging to another young master Vanser, the high school practical competition trophy, shining with gold and tied with ribbons, occupied the most conspicuous position on the display shelf.
After Lancelot won the game, he gave it to his dear brother as a gift, under the pretext of helping him make up for the regrets of his adolescence.
“Yo!”
Lancelot leaned against the study door, greeted the man in military uniform standing in front of the display shelf, and asked with a smile, "Are you reminiscing about your regrets?"
"Indeed." Colin Vanser tilted his head. "I really regret not biting off your tail hair."
After the words fell, they both smiled coldly at the same time and looked at each other calmly.
Colin was still wearing his military uniform, with the brim of his dark hat pulled down low over his eyebrows; he was wearing a Lancelot trench coat and shirt, with two buttons of his collar undone, revealing his beautiful collarbone.
At this moment, the tacit understanding between the two young masters suddenly reached its peak. They both thought to themselves that they were so handsome. One was naturally unpretentious, while the other was artificially refined. It was obvious who would win and who would lose!
After making an inner judgment full of subjective conjecture, Lancelot finally noticed the pile of information on Colin's desk.
His elder brother is well-known in the military interrogation department. Two years ago, he also pursued the only son of the Tustan family. It can be said that he has achieved success in both career and love.
They usually stay in the Green Emerald Star and enjoy their love, but this time they suddenly returned to Granton as an inspector, obviously with an important mission.
"It seems the B745 incident wasn't a simple gunfight, otherwise the military wouldn't have sent you here."
Seeing the other party signaling him to sit down, Lancelot pulled out the chair and swung his legs, "Dear Inspector, how is the progress of the investigation? You won't be evaluated, right?
"Thanks for your concern. I'm starting to get some clues." Colin proudly shook off his interrogation results. "The preliminary conclusion is that this is the Hummingbird Society's revenge for the tragic robbery of the Blue Mercury survivors by Yinchuan during their evacuation."
Seeing the bloodstains on the confession, Lancelot showed a disgusted expression: "Then what is there to investigate?"
"I just can't believe that their leader Yinchuan died like this."
Colin put away his confession and pushed the documents and mechanical wreckage on the table toward him. "Besides, we must find out where the Hummingbird Society got its battleships."
This is no small matter. Battleships are classified as high-risk weapons and are strictly controlled by the military. Even the association's mechanics must report and review any modifications or repairs they undertake.
Lancelot was very familiar with things like mechanical components. He picked up a piece of wreckage and looked at it with his eyes lowered, stroking the charred quantum circuit with his fingertips, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.
"What? Feel familiar?" Colin's light voice suddenly fell.
"It's cracked like this, what can you tell? It's filthy." Lancelot threw the component aside and slowly wiped his fingertips with a handkerchief. "No matter how wealthy the Hummingbird Club is, it can't possibly own a battleship."
Colin narrowed his eyes and said, "What if it's a modified battleship?"
Lancelot paused for a moment while wiping his fingers, then blinked curiously. "What do you mean?"
"While cleaning up the battlefield, my men found something interesting."
Colin picked up the component Lancelot had just discarded, weighed it in his hand, and tossed it gently. "I spent some time deciphering the wreckage and discovered that the starship's main control system was programmed to automatically disintegrate."
"That means that before the new program was installed, it was a frigate with only escort capabilities."
Colin is different from other inspectors. His sensitivity is beyond the limits of normal people, otherwise he would not have been promoted repeatedly in the military.
Lancelot knew exactly what he wanted to say: "Why don't you just say the name of the Noah."
He leaned back lazily in his chair. "Even if it were, successfully modifying a starship wouldn't be something an ordinary mechanic could do."
"The dungeon has always had many daring mechanics." Colin sat down across from him, his lavender eyes fixed on him, his gaze never shifting. "For example, Mr. Ghost, whom you like so much."
Lancelot twirled his hair with his fingers and raised his eyes, "Are you interrogating me?"
Colin smiled and shrugged: "It can barely be considered as gathering intelligence."
"Many people on the trading network know that Ghost only sells mechanical components."
Lancelot raised the corner of his lips nonchalantly. "What's more, the premise of your point of view is that the Noah, which has been searched by the military and the Federation for many years, has actually been undergoing transformation in the underground city."
"So far, that's correct."
"Tsk tsk, you only realized it now, and you have the nerve to admit it."
Lancelot's voice was filled with laughter, and he ignited his anger with ease. "Grand Inspector, you need to go to the grassroots more often. What's the point of always chasing after others and picking up bones?"
Colin raised his eyebrows, suppressed the smile on his face, then slowly took off his military cap and rolled up his sleeves.
Lancelot met his gaze with a smile, without hiding anything.
Although there are only four members in the Vansel family, family dinners are often thousands of times more lively than those of other large families.
Mrs. Su stood in front of the French window, gently shaking the wine glass. The beautiful night scenery was in front of her eyes, and the rich aroma of wine filled her nose. This scene made her recall the dwarf rabbit orc who stumbled and played the harp in the courtyard.
She squinted her eyes and sighed about her youth. She was about to ask the servant to play some cheerful music, but just as she turned around -
"Dong, Dong, Dong—"
Two balls of red fur bit each other's tails and gnawed each other's heads, rolling down the spiral staircase and crashing into the antique screen with a bang.
Lancelot's ears flew up, and he shook his head. Seeing the fur on the ground, he immediately became furious. "How dare you bite the tip of my tail! I just finished nursing yesterday!"
"Bah, it's so rough, and I still complain about it!" Colin got up, staggered two steps, and leaped over.
"Mom! He hit me!"
"Aunt Su! Look at him!"
As if it was a regular feature of every meeting, Mrs. Su rolled her eyes and didn't even bother to persuade him.
When her husband came after hearing the news, she stuffed the wine glass into his hand, said, "You gave birth to her, you take care of it yourself", and walked away in her high heels without looking back.
The two red foxes were fighting recklessly. Lancelot took a quick glance at them and suddenly lowered his body to show weakness, whimpering.
Kelin took the opportunity to bite one of his fox ears and tugged at it, "Stop pretending! I'll bite all your fur off today!"
Mr. Vanser could no longer bear it. He raised his hand and slapped the fox, then slapped Colin again, smiling and reminding him, "If you want to hit me, hit me, but don't give me a double."
Colin bared his teeth in dissatisfaction.
Lancelot narrowed his green eyes in a gloating manner, and was seen by Colin when he turned around. He immediately growled angrily and pounced on him, and a fight broke out.
In an instant, the entire hall was filled with flying fox hair.
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