LORD CHESTER COMES BACK

Dang dang dang!

Jun knocked on the gate of the courtyard.

It was quiet inside for a while.

Then came a series of somewhat frivolous footsteps.

Creak!

As the gate was opened from inside, Jun’s eyes caught sight of a middle-aged man with stubble and a face full of alcohol.

Jun carefully observed his facial features and indeed found some resemblance to his father, Eric.

This middle-aged man was none other than Fabian.

Jun’s uncle.

At this moment, Fabian naturally sized up Jun, briefly startled by Jun’s urban attire, but the surprise in his eyes quickly disappeared, replaced by a drunken expression as he asked.

“Who are you looking for?”

Jun replied softly.

“Shelter.”

Fabian, in his drunken state, looked at Jun for a moment before stepping aside to make way.

Jun didn’t hesitate and strode into the courtyard.

The layout of the courtyard was ordinary.

Grinding stone.

Old well.

Roof.

There was even a dung basket by the entrance with some horse dung inside.

Jun turned his gaze back to Fabian.

And he saw.

Fabian was staring fixedly at him by the gate.

But when Fabian noticed Jun turning around to look at him, his expression once again became intoxicated.

Jun’s gaze then fell on the linen garment he was wearing, and he noticed two characters embroidered on his chest.

Dugu!

Jun secretly speculated.

He must usually work for the Dugu Mansion, cleaning horse dung.

At that moment, Fabian walked towards the yard and pointed to the firewood room, drunkenly saying,

“I live alone usually, there are no guest rooms. If you need a place to stay, you can only stay in the firewood room.”

Jun didn’t say anything and turned towards the main hall.

The interior was also extremely rudimentary.

An old Eight Immortals table.

On top of it were a pot of strong liquor and a plate of fried peanuts.

In addition to that, against the right wall, there was a worn-out bed.

Apart from that.

There was no other furniture in the main hall.

However, on the windowsill above the worn-out bed, there was a tattered box.

Jun felt.

That box seemed somewhat special.

With a wave of his hand, the box fell into Jun’s palm.

But at that moment, a voice as cold as ice suddenly came from behind.

“Don’t move!”

Jun turned his head and glanced at Fabian.

Although he had no trace of true energy in his body, his eyes showed no signs of drunkenness.

Clearly…

There was killing intent!

Jun ignored Fabian, and after opening the box, he found a small glass bottle inside.

Inside were a few strands of long hair and a few strands of fetal hair.

Jun only took a quick glance.

And he understood in his heart.

These strands of long hair should be Kayla’s hair.

And these strands of fetal hair belonged to Ursa.

At this moment, Fabian spoke coldly again.

“Put it down!”

Jun still didn’t speak, but instead sat unceremoniously at the Eight Immortals table. He first put the glass bottle aside, then took the wine jug and another wine cup, pouring himself a cup without paying any attention to Fabian.

He took a sip.

Bitter with a hint of spiciness.

Probably the alcohol.

After taking a sip, Jun looked at Fabian and took charge.

“Have a seat.”

Fabian gritted his teeth and, the moment he walked over, snatched the glass bottle away, holding it in his arms as if it were a precious treasure.

Jun asked.

“The hair of Kayla and Ursa?”Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Fabian was struck as if by lightning, and his facial expression instantly froze.

Jun said calmly.

“Ursa is fine, she’s at Emei Mountain.”

Fabian hesitated, his eyes wide open as he looked at Jun, his voice trembling. “Who are you exactly?” Jun didn’t answer, instead reaching out to grab a peanut and slowly chewing on it. Fabian stared at Jun’s face intently and asked again, “Who are you really?” Jun responded with a question of his own, “Well, who are you? What’s your real name?” Fabian replied, “My name is hard to pronounce. People outside call me Yannick. I’m the one who cleans the manure at the Dugu Mansion.” Jun asked, “Do you feel aggrieved?” Fabian sneered, “I receive a monthly salary, what’s there to feel aggrieved about!” Jun looked deeply at Fabian, took another sip of wine, and calmly said, “Although I’ve never seen you before, being alive is enough. Besides, when a person is born, they cry, showing that this world is not a good place, and everyone has felt aggrieved! For example, after I was born, my own mother abandoned me to my aunt! I lived in someone else’s home! I’ve experienced all kinds of grievances. But now, it’s all in the past!” After hearing these words, Fabian stood by the table, his face as dark as charcoal. Tears welled up in his eyes. When Fabian first saw Jun, he felt a strong resemblance, both to his older brother and his sister-in-law. Now, after hearing Jun’s words, he finally understood who this unexpected guest tonight really was. Fabian stood by the table for a while, wiped away a tear, and said in a deep voice, “There are a few barrels of good wine buried in the courtyard. I’ll go get them.” Jun said, “Also, bring the linen robe hanging in the courtyard. I’ll change into it. I have things to do tomorrow.” Fabian didn’t say anything. A few minutes later, Fabian returned to the room carrying four large barrels of wine, and he also had a linen robe draped over his arm. Then, Fabian took his seat and placed the four barrels of wine on the Eight Immortals table. The uncle and nephew sat there in silence, beginning to drink. One bowl for you, one bowl for me. What kind of wine were they drinking? Chester Ancient Clan. A strong wine that invigorates the muscles and bones! A liquor for the reunion of loved ones! They drank until the early morning of the next day! Jun, now wearing the linen robe, walked out of the courtyard. It was at that moment that Clive, who had been waiting outside the gate, saw Jun and heard the sound of thunderous snoring coming from the hall. Clive widened his eyes and stared at the hall where the snoring was coming from, saying, “He hasn’t slept well all these years!” Jun, wearing the linen robe, smiled and said, “I’ve arrived now.” Clive then shifted his gaze back to Jun and said, “All the tasks you assigned have been completed.” Jun calmly said, “After drinking so much, let’s have breakfast first, and then you will accompany me to enter the Imperial City!” Clive bowed and saluted, saying, “Yes!” Immediately, Clive led Jun into the inner courtyard of the Dugu Mansion. Inside, the group of female attendants were all somewhat surprised to see Clive bringing in a young man wearing a linen robe. At the same time, in the courtyard of the inner courtyard, there was a young woman with a ponytail, dressed in a white practice gown, practicing martial arts. Jun looked her up and down, shaking his head casually. The young woman noticed Jun’s gesture from the corner of her eye and furrowed her delicate eyebrows, shouting, “Who’s this dog servant who cleans manure? What are you shaking your head for?!”