Valente's face was dark and he stared at Clark, but his eyes weren't always focused on her. It was obvious that he thought so.

At that moment, Miller, who had shrunk in Clark's arms, said, "I...I think what Mr. Clark said...makes sense."

Valente frowned and just stared at Millet. Mr. Hera, who had been absent for a long time, relaxed and regained some sanity, and said, "I agree with Mr. Clark's proposal. I think it is the right choice, Mr. Valente."

Seeing that the three people in front of him all rejected his words, Valente's expression became even more grim, but his evil eyes just stared at their faces for a while, and then he relaxed. He said this. Etiquette, please follow the advice of our guest, Mr. Clark. ”

These words were a promise between the hospitable manners of noble serfs, but Clark understood the deeper meaning of Valente's words.

He emphasized that he was a guest, and that as guests they attended he dared to give orders to others in his home. How inpetent he was! Moreover, he secretly reminded the two maids that he was a stranger and a visitor to the castle. The next day, my husband passed away at home.

When Clark ignores motives and simply considers his identity, he realizes that he is equally suspicious. After all, in terms of social status, he was not from the Earl's castle, and was the youngest, close to Earl Bluebeard.

"Who will be first, Agent?" Hela took a deep breath and looked at everyone.

"Mr. Valente, please." Clark looked at Valente.

Valente snorted and said, "No, you're a guest, so please invite me first, Mr. Clark."

"I agree." Upon hearing this, Mr. Clark agreed directly.

Unexpectedly, Clark skipped the push and pull phase. His unique "humility" gave him an advantage over his opponents, and he suddenly began to feel an inexplicable irritation.

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