Restart:Untalented Man-Chapter 422: "Did you hear about the rumour?"

The duke nods, "Suppress it! And investigate all the noble families Demin had contact with."

"Leave it to me," The butler, ever efficient and loyal, responded with a crisp nod. His demeanour conveyed a readiness to carry out the order.

He turned on his heel and made his way towards the door.

Back on the ground, Oldman Dunn stood still while his gaze fixed upon the open window on the first floor.

The ambient sounds of the mansion's surroundings mingled with faint snippets of the conversation occurring within.

Though the words weren't crystal clear, the Duke's habit of opening the window provided Oldman Dunn with enough to glean the essence of their discussion.

Since he deals with a lot of information as a spy, the old man possesses a knack for connecting the dots.

He didn't need to hear every word. A few choice phrases were sufficient for him to draw conclusions.

"There's no new info to be added aside from the Duke trying to suppress the branch families," Oldman Dunn muttered to himself while rubbing his chin. "Hmm, maybe I can do something about this."

Having decided what his next step was, he swept the dried leaves away and slowly exited the scene.

He casually walks around the mansions carrying his broom.

Nobody said anything as it was plainly clear what his profession was.

However, his destination is a bit dangerous. Many servants would actively avoid going there if they could.

In the vast expanse of the Klover estate, being assigned at the mansion belonged to the main family was considered a stroke of luck among the servants.

It was akin to getting thousands of gold coins.

Out of numerous residences within the estate, only the main mansion was known for treating the servants with a degree of respect and consideration.

As Oldman Dunn drew closer to his destination, the faint groans of pain and the sharp whipping sound became discernible.

"You've got to be kidding me. Using a whip is a bit too much, no?" Oldman Dunn mumbled to himself as he approached the source of the disturbing sounds.

Taking a cautious peek, he confirmed his suspicions.

A servant was subjected to a beating, the harsh lashes of a whip leaving marks on his body.

Although it was disheartening scene to see, he didn't allow himself to linger. Instead, he turned away, minding his own business and continued his journey toward the garden at the back.

Unfortunately, his presence did not go unnoticed.

The wielder of the whip became aware of Oldman Dunn's intrusion the moment the elderly gardener walked across his field of vision.

"Halt!"

An icy silence permeated right after the sudden cessation of the whipping sounds.

Only the labored breathing of the servant who bore the brunt of the punishment caught their ears.

The old man stopped his footsteps. His head turned to the side as the voice of the whip-wielding figure asked him.

"Who are you to casually walk here? I've never seen you before."

"My apologies, young master Darren. I'm Dunn, and I was temporarily assigned by the main mansion to help the gardeners here."

Oldman Dunn had to mentioned 'the main mansion' in his reply as a subtle deterrent.

Facing Darren, son of Demin Klover, the old man really can't refuse Darren's order if he had any.

While it would be fine to entertain this young master for a while, Oldman Dunn had something else to do.

He couldn't afford to be detained my Darren's nonsensical order for too long.

"Urghh!" Darren groaned. He really can't do anything to this old man since the main mansion personally send him here.

In contrast, it would be no problem if the old man is here due to his rotational turn.

Nevertheless, Darren still decided to put up a facade of authority.

"Since you're new here, I'll forgive you. But next time, you must bow whenever you see me."

From Darren's tone, Oldman Dunn can guess this arrogant brat attempted to assert his dominance.

Oldman Dunn scoffed internally but decided to outwardly acquiesce to the young master's demand by giving him a respectful bow.

"This humble one understand, young master."

Darren, pleased to see the old man quick to catch on to his words, decided to release him. "Um, go wherever you need to," he waved dismissively.

The old man retreated after the dismissal, leaving the vicinity of Darren's scrutiny.

As he moved away, the distant sounds of the whipping resumed.

'Poor guy.'

....

Moving to the garden at the back, Oldman Dunn observed people tirelessly working to maintain the beauty of the surroundings.

Approaching one of the gardeners, he decided to offer his assistance.

"Let me handle this one," Oldman Dunn said.

Confused, the gardener looked at Oldman Dunn and asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm Dunn, a gardener from the main mansion and are here to help."

"What? We didn't call for any help."

"I know, but just let me help. What's there to complain about? You'll get your job done earlier." Oldman Dunn insisted.

The gardener, albeit hesitant, conceded and handed Oldman Dunn a tool. "Don't mess up or else we will be beaten. This is Madam's favourite garden."

"You can rest assured. I'm a professional at this."

"Sure," the gardener responded, still sounding somewhat distrustful.

Undeterred, Oldman Dunn began trimming the shrubs with a steady hand.

Occasionally, he sensed the gardener's gaze on him, probably because the doubt in the gardener's mind.

Snap-

Snap-

Oldman Dunn paid no attention and continued his work.

Despite working with nature, the atmosphere here was far from joyful.

The only sounds that filled the garden were the snapping sound of branches.

Decided to break the heavy silence, Oldman Dunn initiate a conversation with the gardener. "Did you hear about the rumour?"

"Which one?"

"The succession one," Oldman Dunn specified.

"Oh! What about it?"

"Do you know who's the candidate from branch faction?"

"I don't know."

The gardener really doesn't care. Whoever succeed didn't change the fact he was still living a tough life.

"It's Johann Klover's grandson."