Warm Home

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"The baron's son killed someone!"

Mrs. Paris, who was like a gloomy old witch, screamed. The sound of her sharp nails scraping the blackboard made Seth frown.

"Look, the devil is back again. He came back without a sound, and when he returned, he killed a poor fellow. What are you waiting for? Get rid of him and tie up the devil!"

Mrs. Paris lifted the blue checkered handkerchief covering the basket, took out something from it, and threw it at Seth. Seth subconsciously raised his cane and swung it. He heard a crisp cracking sound, and then a sticky liquid splashed on his body. It turned out to be egg white. The broken shell was sticking to his cane, and the yolk dripped.

Now Seth knew what was in the old lady's basket. Encouraged by the old lady, the workers came forward with heavy breathing but still hesitated; after all, Seth was the baron's son. Baron Byson is a heavyweight in Enqi Town, an absolute power, an existence that cannot be insulted.

The workers looked at each other, not rushing forward immediately. Matthew stood before Seth and shouted, "What are you doing? Are you crazy? Mr. Seth is not a murderer!"

"Don't listen to his nonsense!"

Mrs. Paris pointed her finger at the male servant. "He is the devil's accomplice. The goddess said that the devil's accomplice is a foul talker, a polluter, and an existence that must be expelled! Now, it's time for you to show your faith! Capture this polluter. If he resists, I allow you to use force in the goddess's name!"

The workers did not dare to use violence against Seth, but they had no psychological barriers against a servant. They were about to rush up when suddenly, a small figure stood beside Matthew.

"Stop!"

It was Karina. Although the little girl was trembling, her eyes were firm. She blew her nose and roared, "I can testify that Mr. Seth is not the murderer! On the contrary, he drove away the murderer!"

"Lies!"

Mrs. Paris's eyes were terrifying, and her chicken-claw-like fingers pointed at Karina.

"You are also a foul-talker, a polluter. Catch her, too."

Seth couldn't stand it any longer and was about to come forward to stop the lunatic old woman when two policemen in black and white checkered uniforms entered the alley.

"What are you doing? Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

The police finally arrived.

In the evening, Seth returned home. After the police intervened in the morning, he was 'invited' to the police station. He actively cooperated and assisted the police in handling the case.

When Mr. Butler arrived with his lawyer, Qilief, Seth left the police station. In addition, Paris was detained. After all, she slandered a nobleman. But the director said she would be locked up until tomorrow at most, as she had not done any substantial harm.

At 13 Boulevard Champagne, when Seth walked into the first floor, he saw his younger sister Anabelle, who had just returned from horseriding, dressed in a lady's shirt with a lace bow tie, dark-colored breeches, and long leather boots. She looked over with a trace of concern in her eyes.

"My dear brother, you just returned and went to the police station again. It seems that you have been quite 'lucky' recently."

Here we go again. Sister, do you think you should use sarcasm to express your concern? How did you grow up all these years?

Seth took off his top hat with a wry smile.

"Maybe it's because I am the protagonist of this era?"

Annabelle rolled her eyes. "Don't just use Emperor Roselle's classic lines."

"Well, your brother is tired."

Their always gentle and elegant mother, Anilu, stepped forward. "Seth, go wash up. Dinner will be ready soon."

"Okay, Mom."

Seth blinked at Annabelle, who pursed her lips and turned her face away with a look of 'I don't want to talk to you.'

After returning to his room, cleaning and changing clothes, Seth went to the dining room. While passing his father's study, he heard his parents arguing about something in the room.

"... He is only eighteen years old. These things are too early for him. So you don't think about it anymore?"

It was his mother's voice.

Father Byson let out a chuckle. "Honey, eighteen is not young. When I was his age, I was already on the battlefield."

"But..."

"That's enough, dear. He is the family's eldest son, and these are his responsibilities. Besides, Seth has clearly expressed his intention to change. Also, I promised to give him a chance. Now is the time. You should know better than me that he doesn't have to bear these responsibilities."

"Anilu, be careful!"

"Sorry, honey. I just..."

Byson sighed softly. "I know what you're worried about. You fear he will choose that path. But my dear, you also saw that he almost had an accident today. You and I know this world is not as peaceful and beautiful as people think. Some things he has to know and face sooner or later."

They were talking about me, worrying about me.

Warmth filled Seth's heart, and he couldn't tell whether it was the original owner's feeling or his own. He never really experienced this kind of family warmth in his previous life. He was born in a low-income family in a remote area, the fourth of seven children.

To his parents, he was merely a money-making tool. His father forced him to work in a factory while he was in junior high school, and it was only thanks to his schoolteacher that he managed to finish high school.

His parents seldom discussed his future, focusing on when he could graduate and start earning money for the family. After his time travel, unlike the hero of Lord of the Mysteries, he didn't wish to return to his original world. Despite the new world's dangers, weirdness, and mysteries, it offered him a warm home and parents who cared about his future.

That was enough for him.

"Master."

Matthew's voice came from behind, pulling Seth from his thoughts. Footsteps sounded in the study, and the door suddenly opened. His mother looked at him with a bit of panic.

"Seth, when did you—"

In the study, Byson laughed and said, "It seems he heard us. Come in."

Seth nodded slightly and walked in. Anilu told the servant to wait outside and then closed the door. Byson stood up with a severe expression, his eyes weighing heavily on Seth, making him feel breathless.

"Seth, my son. Didn't you say you want to change and ask me to give you a chance to prove yourself? Now I give you two choices.

"First, assist me and share my work. Your stage will be the political field and the market. I'll give you some properties to manage, and you'll get to know people from different circles. You will aim to enter Backlund's upper house!

"Second, become this family's hidden sword, protecting and eliminating our enemies in secret. You'll become an extraordinary person with extraordinary abilities, fighting against dangers in the dark. This will be a more difficult road!"

There was a buzzing in Seth's mind.

Extraordinary? Did the family know about the existence of the supernatural element?