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Chapter 418: Chapter 252 Regrets are Too Late (Second Update)_2

The butler marveled at Drey’s current appearance, lamenting that the man was truly a natural clothes hanger; he wondered why he hadn’t noticed before.

Now, the butler’s view of Drey was that of the old master’s bastard son.

Such a fact was all too common, and since bastards had no legal right to inheritance, let alone being recognized as family members unless Kevin acknowledged them.

Some bastards were also brought back to be trained as butlers, like the current butler himself, who was actually a bastard, yet he still held the position.

After his reflection, the butler began to familiarize Drey with the situation here.

A butler is one of the most important components of a family; a good butler needs to manage the servants, be familiar with the family’s properties, proficient in etiquette, music, and the arts, and be ready to accompany the master for a game of handball when necessary.

In addition, they need to be acquainted with the master’s preferences. If the master likes poetry, then the butler must as well; if the master enjoys music, then the butler must have a grasp of popular music, and provide timely reminders during conversations, to prevent the master from being put on the spot.

As they walked and the butler introduced the situation, he saw that Drey was listening very attentively.

Moreover, the latter’s memory was surprisingly good; when the butler tested him, Drey always managed to respond immediately and answer swiftly.

(What an excellent memory.)

After making a full round of the villa and introducing the rooms, the butler turned to Drey and asked, “I want to go to the bathroom on the first floor now, what’s the quickest way there?”

“There is no bathroom on the first floor, I suggest you go to the second floor. Pass through the first room on the left, go to the end, then down the stairs, and it’s the third room on the right.”

“Perfect,” the butler couldn’t help but clap and say.

Convinced of the other’s capabilities, the butler felt he could guess why Kevin had asked Drey to come back.

It was about time for him to retire.

Having served two generations, it was about time he found a place to enjoy his old age.

He was very satisfied with Drey before him; he admired his abilities and felt he could leave with peace of mind, having such an outstanding person as his successor.

However, the latter’s etiquette was not yet up to standard, but no matter, with his quick learning, the butler could teach him soon.

Thus, his gaze upon Drey became even more gentle, and he explained more content.

By evening, he had arranged a room for him and then heard the clear ringing of a bell.

This bell was designed ingeniously, divided into types for master and servant. The Master Bell was in Kevin’s hands, while the Servant Bell was with him.

When the Master Bell rang, the Servant Bell would also vibrate, letting him feel the master’s call and then rush there swiftly.

Hastening to the fourth floor, the butler knocked on the door, then heard Kevin’s anxious voice say from inside, “Come in.”

Entering, he found the room filled with smoke, Kevin puffing on a pipe, looking at the butler and asking, “How was it, how did he perform? Was he particularly rude and lacked manners?”

The master’s attitude surprised the butler, but he still replied, “Very good, he thinks fast, has a great memory, and learns things quickly.”

“How could he be so perfect!”

“I was also surprised, but he is just that perfect.”

“Damn it!”

Massaging his head, Kevin irritably asked, “What are his flaws, then?”

“He’s not familiar with etiquette.”

“I knew it!”

“But he learns quickly; he’ll know how to dine properly by tonight.”

“Damn it!”

After cursing twice, Kevin stood up and began pacing the study before finally asking again, “Did he ask you for money, did he harass my maids, did he steal, did he relieve himself in the hallway…”

“Master, I believe you should know, I found you a person, not a wild beast.”

“Why are you speaking in his favor! Have you started to like him?”

“There’s a bit of that.”

“Damn it!”

Exhaling deeply, Kevin sat back down, stared at the butler, and asked, “Tell me one of his faults, just one will do.”

“Etiquette…”

“I already have that one, pick another!”

“Hmm… He has a passion for books, he hasn’t gone to rest yet, he’s still reading now.”

“That’s a virtue!”

“Then that’s all I’ve got.”

“Aaaargh!”

Angry, Kevin rubbed his head, and was about to lose his temper when he saw the door open and his two sons standing in the doorway, seriously asking, “Daddy…”

Seeing his sons, Kevin put on a different face and asked with a smile, “What’s up, ready for a bedtime story? I’ll be there shortly…”

“No, we wanted to ask if we can sleep with the new butler, his stories are really interesting.”

“…Go ahead!”

Wanting his sons to leave quickly, Kevin dismissed everyone and continued to sulk while smoking his pipe.

The thing he was most worried about had still happened.

If Drey were an uneducated brute, he definitely wouldn’t be this anxious.

He would look at his younger brother with pity, telling the people around not to discriminate against him, but to care for him and cherish him instead.

He might even disclose some of the truth to enhance his reputation, giving himself a chance to further advance.

After all, climbing the ranks of nobility was really hard, and he needed to seize every opportunity.@@novelbin@@

Such a coarse brother would be eternally grateful to him, then live out his life under his protection, rather than attracting everyone’s attention as soon as he arrived!

He had to find an opportunity to prove he was more charismatic.

That opportunity must be in an area where he excelled and the other party did not, only in this way could he firmly establish the will of master and servant, making the other party understand that he was just a younger brother.

So, what better opportunity could there be than a reading salon?

Clasping his hands together, Kevin smiled contently, looking forward to tomorrow’s salon.

The next day, the reading salon.

Tang Mo didn’t come today, saying he had too many missed updates and had to go back and write after being rushed by readers. Although not many understood this sentence except for the punctuation, Kevin guessed it must be code among the Angel Envoys, and it was normal for him not to understand.

Because the star was absent, the attendance was halved, making it an especially good moment to showcase his talent and support the sky in Tang Mo’s absence.

To achieve his goal, Kevin purposely let Drey interact freely and engage with people around him.

He even brought a few acquaintances over to chat with Drey, just waiting for a chance to jump in and save the day when the latter was questioned to the point of blushing and fumbling for words.

But, to his dismay, he was proven wrong.

An ordinary civilian entering such a high society event for the first time would most definitely reveal their base nature.

They would be timid, use arrogance to mask their inferiority, and some would not even dare to speak throughout the event, just sitting still and becoming the butt of jokes.

However, Drey didn’t show any signs of the expected timidity; it was as if he didn’t realize he had stepped into such an environment, still chatting and laughing with the people around him.

From a distance, Kevin noticed that Drey blended almost seamlessly with the people around him. Despite wearing a butler’s uniform and holding a tray in his hand, he looked like a noble, a true, undeniable Third-Class noble—a level beyond himself.

He could keep up with any topic, respond swiftly to casual anecdotes, and his eloquence made even the dullest stories compelling, a skill that made Kevin feel inadequate.

Gradually, this new face at the salon became the center of attention, a group of people revolving around him, bursting into laughter from time to time over some humorous discourse.

His already handsome features appeared even more refined at that moment, radiating confidence that made people forget his attire and see only his essence.

Watching him blankly, Kevin had an epiphany.

The other man, indeed belonged here.

If not for that accident years ago, he would have definitely become a star of the social circle.

He was more charismatic than Kevin, and more suitable as the head of the family—had he been there, there wouldn’t even be any anxiety about advancing to Fourth-Class nobility, it would be an inevitable outcome.

At that moment, Kevin began to feel a fierce jealousy of the other man, and started to regret his earlier decision.

Why did he let him come back?

Alas, it was too late for regrets.