It was a damned quiet. The old butler stared at Lorenzo without making any response to his words. Only after a long while did he slowly speak.
"Yes, is she here?"
Lorenzo shook his head vigorously. Judging from his skilled look, this kind of thing has happened many times.
The old butler's stiff face finally relaxed a little, and he sighed.
"Mr. Holmes, you don't mind if we search this place, right?"
"Do I mind being useful?"
"Probably not."
The old butler said lightly.
He was the Stuart steward, and the Stuarts were the centre of the great Stuart aristocracy, the grateful men who had been noblemen by war, who had won still higher rank during the Glorious War.
This kind of family is the most difficult to deal with. Perhaps you can easily kill one of them, but then you will face the revenge of the entire group, from all walks of life and all kinds of status and classes.
Before he finished speaking, the old butler stood up and walked towards the bathroom, loading the gun in his hand as he walked.
He would not hurt the lady, but of course it was possible that he would accidentally blow off a detective's head.
"Wait, what are you doing!?"
Lorenzo tried to stop him from coming in with all his might, but he was powerless.
When the shower curtain was opened, the old butler was only one step away from Lorenzo.
"Look... there's nothing there. Do you want me to rub my back?"
Bubbles filled the entire surface of the water. Lorenzo looked harmless, but the old butler probably didn't think so. He stared at Lorenzo intently, and just when he was about to annoy Lorenzo, he finally put away his gun and turned away.
"If you see the young lady, tell her to go home early. There is a family banquet waiting for her in the evening."
The old butler walked to the door, but just as he was about to leave, he seemed to see something and turned and walked towards the closet. Lorenzo's heart was in his throat. As a demon hunter, he was not afraid of these people, but many things could not be solved by fighting, just like this group of troublesome guys.
His hand had already reached the wardrobe, and at this critical moment a gunshot rang out.
Mrs. Van Rudd stood at the door with an angry look on her face, holding a revolver in her hand. The bullet left a big hole in Lorenzo's floor, and there was blue smoke coming out of it.
"Who made my carpet dirty?"
This old lady was like a god descending from heaven, saving Lorenzo from menopause that had lasted for decades.
The old butler was stunned and withdrew his hand, as if he realized that it was him. He was about to apologize, but was scolded back by Mrs. Van Lude.
"Just leave as soon as you're done talking!"
Lorenzo was so moved that he wanted to hug her.
The old butler tried his best to maintain his gentlemanly demeanor, but it was obvious that this didn't work in front of Mrs. Van Lude.
With one last glance at Lorenzo, as if giving a warning, he led his men away.
Lorenzo crawled out wrapped in a towel, looked downstairs and then at Mrs. Van Rudd.