Chapter 16: How to deal with it?

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"Little girl, dare to say that I stink, and I will clean up you later!" Hughes glared at Shirley with a smile, but the other party laughed more happily. It's just that the simple little girl never expected it, but just turned around, Hughes' face turned irony, and a deep haze filled his eyes.
After all, he is already a 14-year-old noble boy. His innate political instincts and superficial understanding of the light gods have given him a clear hunch that these words will cause shocking waves if they are passed out. It is unbearably heavy for yourself and your family.
When Hughes took off his clothes and stepped into the bathtub, sliding down to let the slightly hot water soak into his neck, he was agitated and only had the only thought: "How to deal with her?"
Hughes would be really scared.
The God of War can’t be known to anyone at all, as far as the parents can’t tell. This is not distrust, but fear of leaks. Any mistake will lead the Houghton family to the path of destruction.
On the continent of Shenjuan, it is better to commit suicide directly when the enemy of the light god.
On the large square in front of the Great Pavilion of the Papal State, the pillar of fire that has been burning for hundreds of years has clearly sent a message to every mainlander: When the enemy of the light means you don’t just have to think about death In the end, we even have to consider the situation that we can’t even die-eternal life endures the infinite pain of burning souls.
Thinking of the tortured expression of the prisoner surrounded by flames, Hughes shuddered.
At this moment, he made up his mind that Shirley, who knew it, could not say anything.
"Fortunately, she is illiterate, otherwise, I will have to kill her." Hughes frowned and sighed, and he couldn't bear to decide his own decision.
After all, I’ve been serving myself for more than half a year. I’m smart and cute on weekdays, and I haven’t disobeyed myself at all. In this way, Shirley, who is as cute as a lark, loses her ability to speak. Although it is still cruel, it is already the result of Hughes’s soft heart. .
To understand the method of treatment, Hughes relaxed and carefully felt the comfort of hot bathing.
When dealing with the maid is not in a hurry, Hughes must find a chance to cause an accident, so that everyone, including Shirley, cannot see the black hand behind the accident.
At this moment, the bathroom door was pushed open violently, and the mother with an angry face suddenly broke in.
"Mom~" Hughes shouted embarrassedly and quickly covered important parts with his hands. But he was already fourteen years old, and his mother should not break into his bathroom without knocking on the door.
But this emotion was only a moment, and Hughes immediately realized what was going on, otherwise the elegant mother would never be able to break in like this.
Thinking about this, Hughes hung his heart again and smiled bitterly in his heart: "What's going on, I just figured out one thing, this is a problem again, should I wash off the musty gas before eating?"
Mrs. Betty's face was ruddy and anxious.
"Sherry goes out, I have to talk to Hughes about the etiquette!" Betty took a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom door, reluctantly suppressing her dissatisfaction with her son's maid.
The little maid Shirley's look remained the same. She saw more of such things, although today it is a little more serious.
"Maybe the young master made another mistake in the restaurant. It's really pitiful. It seems that I have to copy it a thousand times today." Shirley glanced sympathetically at Hughes as she walked.
As soon as Shirley left, Mrs. Betty lowered her voice and said angrily: "I'm not coming out yet. Will you wait until things are exposed?"
Hughes, wearing silk underwear, raised his head so suddenly that, inexplicably, he immediately connected Shirley's story with his mother's intention, and he couldn't help but be surprised: "What's going on, even the mother knew it !"
Not daring to hesitate, but not dressed properly, with only a pair of silk underwear, Hughes quickly stood in front of his mother, looking at his mother's dignified eyes and flushed face, his uneasy feeling further expanded.
"What happened..." Hughes asked in a murmur of anxiety, but he was interrupted directly by the angry mother before he finished.
"You still ask what happened? How did I teach you for so many years? Is it difficult for your warrior to train only muscles without increasing wisdom? You don't have to deal with such serious things immediately and you still have time to take a shower?"
Hughes knew that his worries had become a reality. Just looking at her mother's series of questions, she knew that this matter would only be more serious than she thought.
"Sherry has already spoken?" Hughes asked his mother with a wry smile.
"If she said that it was not me but your father!" Mrs. Betty rebuked even more discontentedly. She was very anxious and angry about such a serious error that her son suddenly made. Annoyed, even a little lost.
Hughes Vino is not good at speaking, and can only listen to the training honestly.
"Have you never thought about the result of this incident?" Mrs. Betty didn't react when she saw her son's head down, and even more angry, she stood up and looked directly at her son: "Look at me and say!"
Hughes gritted his teeth: "I've thought about it, but I've come before you have dealt with it."
"How are you going to deal with it?" The mother choked, but immediately asked. This time the matter is too serious. She must give her son a profound lesson and memory. She will never lift it up and gently put it down.
"I will make an accident in the near future so that she can no longer speak. Shirley is illiterate, so the news can hardly be leaked."
"Stupid!" Betty sighed, as it was, she knew that her son was unlikely to have consequences, but the method of treatment must be incomplete.
"Do you think you can't send a message if you can't speak? Do you think you can't write without literacy? Do you think the sages on the mainland are as stupid as you? I tell you that some people on this continent can rely on lip Understand her words, use the spelling board to quickly teach her to recognize words, and even see what she wants to express from the pictures she drew! It all depends on whether anyone is observing us attentively, whether they are willing to spend enough Find out our weaknesses at the cost! I tell you Hughes, the fact is that for our Holden family, these two people have never been missing!" Betty’s words were like a storm, and Hughes couldn’t believe it. He was extremely ashamed and bowed his head deeply.
"What should I do?" When the last bit of cake in Hughes' mind was almost expelled by his mother's wisdom, he found that there was no other better way than letting Shirley disappear in this continent. But in my heart, he inexplicably grabbed it, the unwillingness, even the disgusted emotion suddenly appeared in his mind.
As a warrior, he immediately understood what he should do, but as the well-behaved Shirley's young master, he felt that the decisions he made before appeared to be so cold and unsympathetic, even more unsympathetic and unbearable than his mother's idea.
Mrs. Betty couldn't see the expression of her son with her head down, but she pointed to her son and pointed her eyebrows to think.
Mrs. Betty understood that since the matter had been discovered by the Raul housekeeper, the danger was no longer a danger. Moreover, the little maid Shirley had been put into a secret prison by the Raul housekeeper's falsehood, and there was no possibility of leaking again.
But who should handle the matter is a problem that makes her very headache.
His son Hughes has grown up, and his strength and experience may be insufficient, but his wisdom has begun to move toward maturity. These changes are welcome and good for his swordsman's path.
The only thing to worry about is the question of the mind.
Everyone who is strong has a strong heart and a decisive attitude. He never makes the situation that may threaten himself uncontrollable. Usually, he starts when he feels a little bit about the crisis. Negative to me. Although such behavior is not moral, it is absolutely respected and recognized. The path of the strong is not so easy to go, if you can't even go down with this cruelty, it will definitely die halfway, no matter how talented it is.
From the perspective of Hughes, because of his age, he has not even killed a person. Without such and cruel exercise, it is difficult to have that cruelty!
Whether it is as a noble or as a swordsman, not being cruel enough is undoubtedly a taboo in the character and is definitely a part to be removed. Betty understands this especially.
Therefore, the contradiction is here. Betty is thinking about whether to use Shirley's blood to let her son understand the cruelty of life's journey, and to completely eradicate the last ridiculous hidden heart in his son's nature.
Of course, such a cleanup does not have to be placed today, this time. But if you can start with an object that is close enough but not intimate, such an exercise is obviously more stimulating to Hughes than killing a prisoner who stands in opposition.
Thinking of this, Betty's eyebrows parted temporarily, her eyes fixed on her son's eyes, motionless.
Faced with this gaze, Hughes gradually became frantic. He already guessed what his mother was about to say, so he frowned. However, even so, he still kept his gaze fixed and looked at his mother without evasion.
After about ten minutes, Betty smiled at the corner of her mouth. She nodded in satisfaction, and looked up and down at her son.
"I thought you could only hold on for three to five minutes. I didn't expect you to do much better than I thought. Very well, son, this is a good progress. I am proud of you." Betty smiled and praised repair Sri Lanka.
Hughes was not in a good mood, and just bowed his head slightly to his mother.
"Tough character is a necessary quality for every successful strongman. I am glad that I have seen you grow in this area. However, I think you understand what I am going to say later," Mrs. Betty said. In other words, I carefully observed my son’s performance with a concealed look.
It’s not enough to be tough. As a swordsman, I see more from your successful example, and you obviously still lack, that is decision. It can be seen from Shirley’s case that you understand the danger but let it go because of your soft heart. In this way, you are too far away from your father, and it is completely a manifestation of insufficient determination. I have to say, here Point, I am very disappointed."
Sure enough, as she said the rest of her words, Mrs. Betty discovered that her son's chest fluctuated slowly during a breath, and she immediately understood that her son was taking a deep breath. When the mother and son are talking alone, they have to take a deep breath. The reason behind this is obviously very obvious. Son Hughes, he is suppressing certain emotions!
Seeing his son's performance, Betty sighed in her heart. As a woman, of course she hates the cruel heart, but as a noble lady, she has long adapted to this lifestyle.
Just like in ordinary times, her words and deeds can always be easily appreciated and praised by others, but when necessary, she definitely does not mind exposing the ruthless side. For example now!
Mrs. Betty lowered her head to organize the language, and then quickly raised her head again. At this time, her eyes were no longer warm, and the sea blue pupils that had always exuded a romantic atmosphere were completely shrouded in ice.
"I think, Hughes, out of the need to exercise you, you should personally solve your maid, she is now locked in a secret prison, Raul butler is outside the door, he will take you to that place." Betty The tone is bland, as if talking about something completely unrelated to him and his son.
Hughes Horan looked up again, and he stared at his mother's eyes again, feeling a deep depression in her heart, because the breath exuded from her mother at this time was completely different from the usual gentle and elegant. That kind of difference is as incomprehensible as two people with very different personalities who have the same appearance.
For a time, Hughes was confused, and only stood staring blankly, as if he could not understand who the person in front was.
Did not hear the son's simple response, Mrs. Betty frowned, she did not understand the son's psychology at this time, but simply thought that the son's heart of indulgence occurred again.
"Sius? Didn't you hear me clearly!" Madame Betty lowered her tone a little, and the voice came out, and the majesty of the noble Viscountess suddenly radiated out, piercing the soul of Susie's sensitive mind.
"If you think I have to do this, then I obey your orders. But, mom, I just don't know, is it too cruel to Shirley, after all, she didn't hurt me and our ideas at all? And... "" Hughes sighed. He focused his gaze on his mother, his eyes were very sincere, and there was a hint of in the depths of the pupil.
"And she has been serving you for half a year, don't you have the heart?" Mrs. Betty interrupted her son and asked in a relatively quick tone.
Hughes lowered his head and gritted his teeth and replied in a low voice: "Yes, the error hasn't happened yet. I don't understand too much to hurt someone close to me for something that doesn't necessarily happen."
These slightly firm words seemed very harsh in Betty’s ears, as if his son was sarcastic about his coldness and ruthlessness, which made her very uncomfortable, and a trace of anger gradually began to brew in her heart, and the coldness in her eyes also followed. Exacerbated.
"Shuss, are you talking about being ruthless and right?" Mrs. Betty asked, her tone already questioning.
Hughes still lowered his head. He didn’t want to intensify the contradiction because of his own eyes. So he had to apologize first:
I’m sorry, Mom, I didn’t mean that, and I never thought about it like that. I just thought that Shirley was not deadly. .Ten thousand steps back, even if she accidentally spoke out, on the basis of her identity as a little maid, what could believe her? Other nobles? Or the light church? Mom, I don’t think this is possible, In her identity, she doesn’t even see a big man with weight! Her words will not be believed at all! And our family is not a civilian family that everyone is eligible to doubt..."
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