Restart:Untalented Man-Chapter 427: At Johann’s Mansion
At the main mansion of Klover estate, the butler stood in the duke's study, reporting to Duke Percival about the previous night's meeting that was held in Demin's residence.
The day was early in the morning. The sun was just beginning to ascend on the horizon, casting a gentle golden hue through the windows. Birds chirped melodiously, contributing to the cheerful ambience that enveloped the estate.
Despite the picturesque morning, Duke Percival's face doesn't mirror the cheerful atmosphere outside.
Sigh-
A heavy sigh escaped the duke's lips who was sitting behind his mahogany desk. His fingers drummed pensively on its polished surface.
"Now that they've decided on the candidate, we can't no longer cause a rift between them and disrupt their cooperation," Duke Percival uttered with resignation.
"That's not entirely true, Your Grace. Not everybody was satisfied with the outcome of the meeting. At least, Sir Johann and Sir Betho openly displayed their discontentment. If we can approach them carefully..."
Duke Percival listened to the butler's measured words with deep contemplation.
However, he responded with a hint of scepticism. "I doubt it could work. Whether they are in disagreement or not, those three view us as their common enemy. I'm afraid our approach will have the opposite effect and cause them to unite more than ever."
"Then, why don't we approach them indirectly?" the butler suggested.
Duke Percival raised an eyebrow. He was intrigued yet sceptical. "How?"
"I believe Lady Sarika is close to Sir Johann's grandson. At the very least, she didn't treat him like an outsider."
"Hmm, that might work. Call Sarika for me."
"I'll be back, Your Grace." The butler executed a crisp nod and gracefully exited the room.
....
Meanwhile, Darren stood amidst the tranquillity of the back garden of his family's mansion.
His sharp gaze swept over the diligent workers, causing them to tremble in fear.
They don't know the reason for Darren to be here as he never spares a glance in their direction.
Although Darren had explicitly told them not to mind his presence, his word proved to be ineffective.
Their trembling hands were evidence of that.
Everybody was careful while tending the garden. They don't want to do anything that stands out and end up attracting the young master's attention.
After a prolonged silence, Darren finally broke it, his voice slicing through the garden's stillness. "Where is that old gardener named Dunn? I want to meet him."
Dunn?
The name echoed among the gardeners.
One of them, perhaps the bravest among them, spoke up, "He's already moved to work at another garden in the estate. As for where it is... we don't know. He never told us."
"Is that so?" Darren's expression tightened and a discontented click of his tongue punctuated.
His father had tasked him with investigating the origin of rumours about Johann's grandson becoming their candidate.
Darren thought he should start with interrogating Dunn first since the old gardener was the one who brought the rumour to their mansion.
Alas, before he could do that, this old man came and went like the wind. Now he had to find a new starting point.
As Darren's annoyance painted his face, the workers on the opposite end couldn't help but swallow their saliva. The air seemed charged with tension. Each of them prepared for the storm they expected to follow—the young master's fury.
To their surprise, the storm did not manifest.
Instead, Darren simply waved his hand dismissively and told them to continue with their work.
He didn't get much sleep last night, therefore, he didn't have much energy to waste on them.
Moreover, since he had become the branch families' candidate for the duke position, he had to learn about restraining his habit a little.
'Consider yourselves lucky...'
The workers exchanged incredulous glances. Their eyes widened as if they had just witnessed a miracle unfold before them.
"This is not a dream, right?" one of them cautiously said. He did not forget to pinch his cheek to confirm this reality.
"No, you're not dreaming," another affirmed, still trying to process the unexpected development.
"I've decided! Today shall be my official lucky day."
Once thick with tension, the air in the garden now hummed with a sense of relief. However, questions begin to emerge in their heads.
"But, why is the young master looking for Dunn?"
"How could I know? Maybe he did something bad," another worker raised both shoulders as he responded.
"Something bad?! He's just been here for only a day. How big of a problem could you cause in a day to attract noble's attention?"
"I don't know, but it's certainly not impossible."
As they speak, the old man named Dunn is venturing into a new territory— Johann Klover's mansion.
He didn't stay at Demin's residence as they already decided on the duke's candidate for their faction.
Honestly, he was surprised by the speed at which Demin took his action.
It seems like the duke's cousin didn't want to give a chance for the baseless rumour he created to end up being a fact.
Oldman Dunn stood before the grand mansion.
His eyes carefully traced the lines of the opulent structure. It is not much of a difference between the main mansion and Demin's mansion.
They share the same gothic-like architecture accompanied by luxurious decoration.
Dunn nonchalantly stepped inside the mansion.
There's no hesitation in his steps as if he had been granted entry by Johann himself.
Despite being well aware of the severity of his audacious action, the old gardener carried himself with an air of familiarity that suggested he belonged there.
His gaze wandered around, critically assessing the quality of the workmanship displayed by the gardeners inside.
As he moved through the mansion, the other workers and servants couldn't help but exchange perplexed glances.
Who is this man?
However, the haughty manner in which Dunn conducted himself left a distinct impression.
Some assumed he held a higher position. Therefore, even if they're questioning his identity, none of them dare to speak it out loud.
