Bettor Mr. Nobles
Chapter 76

"So? You suspect that Maria asked the cook to make the food for someone else?" ask Lady Angelia.

"Looks like. And there's something more suspicious, my Lady. Maria warned the waiter to code as agreed."

"Code? What code?" Lady Angelia got up from her chair with wide eyes.

"If that I don't know, Mary doesn't say it."

"Hm, it turned out that way ... "the girl stepped into the window of her room with a frowning forehead. Think hard about the possibility of what was going on inside that castle.

Could there be someone else in the room? Or maybe Mlle Gaulle? The poor woman pretended to run away but instead hid in Abellard's room?

Lady Angelia squeezed the edge of the window with a look of wrath. If that's the case, he won't let it! It will expose to everyone what religion the girl from the village embraced!

"Then, we'll keep an eye on the waiter while delivering the food," he growled with his teeth docked.

Lucie nodded with a proud smile. Feel reliable by the person he idolizes. "Well my Lady, we'll investigate together."

"Has Monsieur Comte's childhood room been re-locked?" the Lady asked with eyes implying jealousy, considering that the special room was instead given to Naeva.

"It doesn't seem like it, my Lady."

"Good, then we'll keep an eye out of that room."

As planned, the two enter Abellard's childhood room and give a slight opening to her door for them to scout.

Long wait, finally they saw Amily came carrying a tray filled with food.

Lady Angelia held her breath, watched Amily through the door gap without blinking and put up her ears very well.

But the servant girl did not say anything as code.

"Don't, the food that Maria asked for had already been delivered to another place" whispered Lucie.

Lady Angelia sighed in dismay at hearing that. "Could it? It means we're in vain waiting here. Let's not let the food get us somewhere else while we wait here."

"Yes it seems so."

"Ck!" Lady Angelia clucked in annoyance as she left the door leaf.

But suddenly Lucie pulled his arm. "Wait a minute, my Lady. The waiter knocked on the door."

"Yes, of course he has to knock before the door is opened" the Lady said impatiently.

"But the beats are too many and without pause. It's even the fifth knock. The waiter also looks like he's counting his beats."

Lady Angelia immediately peeked back.

"How many?" whispered.

"7" replied Lucie.

Lady Angelia again watched without blinking, "8 ... 9 ... 10," The count stopped as Amily lowered her hand. "Ten times! he exclaimed with satisfied sparkling eyes and smirking lips.

"I'll go in by knocking ten times when it's dinner time!" muttered.

***

On a wooden vegetable wagon, Naeva sat with Jean in a sumringah. Abellard rode a horse in the front.

They had passed through the farmer's village on the green and cool low hill. Then down the valley.

In the valley Naeva saw a group of horses grazing uncontrollably. The animal was so beautiful with its thick tail feathers and its long Mane rolled down touching its sturdy neck.

The beautiful scenery sparked Naeva's enthusiasm until her eyes looked starry because they were fascinated.

According to him, horses are magical animals that always exist in fairy tales.

"What is a wild horse?" yells.

"No, M'mselle .. that was the farmer's horse. They let horses graze freely in this valley."

"Will not be robbed?"

"Farming country horses are known to be wild and unfriendly to people who are not their owners, so no one will dare to take them by force" Jean explained.

Abellard looked behind her and saw Naeva's stunned expression. The Count's charming lips smiled warmly.

"It's noon, we'll enjoy lunch here" he said.

Naeva immediately looked over enthusiastically. "really? Waaa... it's great to enjoy lunch with this cool air and beautiful view!" her cheers spread her arms wide and a big smile.

The reaction really provoked the anxiety of the Count when he saw it. But he had to refocus forward, looking for a suitable place for them to stop by.

Under a fairly large tree, Abellard stopped her horse.

"We're just sitting down, covered in green grass!" naeva's proposal was full of spirit.

Abellard nodded in agreement and helped the girl get off the vegetable cart.

Jean immediately took the package of food purchased by her master to stock in the farmer's village market. The woman deftly opened the food parcel for her employer and Mlle Gaulle first. Then he sat waiting in a slightly distant place.

Naeva who saw it immediately understood that Jean did it because the woman was too convinced of caste differences, which is that a servant should not eat with his master.

"Jean? Why are you avoiding us?" joking.

Jean looked over and smiled awkwardly.

"I'll wait after you and Monsieur eat, M'mselle."

"That's gonna be a waste of time, Jean. Wouldn't it be more fun to eat together? The more the more the more the taste."

"Good ...." Jean got up to pick up her food package in the cart and ate it in its place.

Naeva stared impatiently. But before he could call Jean to sit near them, Abellard interrupted him.

"Are you afraid that Mlle Gaulle will take your food?" The Comte held back a smile as he glanced at Naeva.

The beautiful girl immediately nodded. "I'm not so!" quickly objected.

Abellard could not help but smile at Naeva's expression.

"Then that means Jean has to sit next to you so I can prove it. Otherwise, it means he's really scared of you."

"I'm going to sit down" Jean replied in a panic. Didn't want his Mlle Gaulle to actually think he was scared. Then hurriedly got up.

Naeva, who understood Abellard's purpose in making Jean sit together, squinted at the man. But his lips smiled happily. "You scapegoated me" he whispered.

His heart was proud, Abellard was getting better and began to be humble. Eventually he managed to erode little by little, a belief in caste differences that had become ingrained in their lives.

"Mlle Gaulle, you can take my food at will. I don't mind." Jean offered her a pack of food she had not yet eaten.

Abellard laughs at Jean, who finally thinks Naeva is not enough with just one packet of food. "Be careful Jean, Mlle Gaulle will take away all your food" he said.

Naeva was so upset that she stuck out her hand to pinch the prince's burly arm.

Abellard chuckled as she stroked her arm that felt like it was being kissed by an ant.

Naeva turned to look at Jean who looked confused.

"It's okay, Jean. Monsieur Comte deliberately teased like that so you would sit down and eat together," he explained gently.

Jean flabbergasted. I really didn't expect to be appreciated like this. He who was only a servant, sat down and ate with the master. And his own master asked for it.

Without realizing it, Jean's heart felt full of novelty.

The three of them then enjoyed the lunch with togetherness and a beautiful view of wild horses.

***

Evening has arrived.

The lights of the castle began to light up. So that the magnificent building looks bright in the middle of darkness.

Inside, a beautiful girl looked impatient to see the maid who was helping her wear the beautiful dark green dress, through the mirror.

"Hurry up, I want to do something important now" he urged.