บท 72: What are you looking for?
- The ways of life ... are not those that ...
- Hey, hurry up.
They were the voices heard inside the communal baths inside the residence where the servants of the current house ruled by the Marquis Gutierrez, the Rufasto's, lived.
- They don't let you be happy anymore... Do we have a change of clothes?
- ... Yes, it seems that there are standard size workers' uniforms in the store. - Aren replied.
- ... Are they the same as the ones we had before?
- Yes, although I also saw another design.
- Well, at least there's a choice. - Glen commented.
After finishing their bath, the pair walked cautiously to the storage room of that residence, fortunately there was almost no one inside the facilities, since all the servants were apparently working.
- ... They look like butler suits... - commented Glen when he saw that other type of clothes.
- ... It seems that some of them already have names ... let's use the ones that are free.
- Ok ... One question, won't they recognize us when we go out? Also, I have not seen that there are security cameras here ... I hope it will be the same in the mansion.
- ... If anyone asks ... we are new workers ...
- Mnm ... I don't think they will believe it. - Glen replied thoughtfully.
- I do ... when we walked in, I could notice at the entrance an office room that had an almanac scrawled on it ...
- ¿Y?
- On the side it said that two weeks ago I was taking on new workers.
- Oh ...
- It also mentioned that there are two shifts: Monday to Thursday and Friday to Monday. Surely there is quite a lot of staff turnover, that can help us to go unnoticed. - Aren explained.
- ... Maybe ...
- Something curious I saw is that this place can only accommodate 12 people ... I guess there are currently ten without counting the ones we throw in the garbage truck.
- We throw away? ... That sounds ugly, in many ways.
Aren sighed.
As they finished dressing, Aren and Glen's appearances looked neat and professional.
- ... Hey, tie your hair up.
- Ah, yes ... just a moment. - Aren replied.
While, with a hair tie, the young man was trying to fix his hair, he asked.
- Glen ... it seems as if you're used to these things or, if not, how come you keep your cool even now?
- ... Well, I've had my struggles before ... you could say I don't feel nervous about things like this anymore, but they're entertaining. Besides, life is only one; there's no need to miss opportunities for adventures like these; I'd rather this than studying.
"Used to it? ... I guess this is not on the level of what happened on that train ... Or maybe he's one of those people who don't think much about the future or the results. What was it they called that kind of person?" thought Aren.
- So ... you said you were looking for a flower, didn't you? What kind of flower? - Glen asked a bit seriously.
- ... One similar to a Dendrophylax lindenii.
- ... In English, please.
- The shape of the flower I'm looking for is similar to a ghost orchid, but its petals are phosphorescent purple.
- ... Do you have a picture of it? Because I have no idea what you mean.
Suddenly, Aren pulled out his phone and showed Glen a certain picture. It was the picture of that flower in general terms, it was just to get an idea of what the shape looked like.
- Phosphorescent purple? ... I don't think it would be difficult to distinguish. Now I'd like to know something else... Why are you looking for that? - asked Glen with such seriousness that it surprised Aren a little.
- ... The boy, Marcellus, in his last moments, told me that he had left something behind ... something dangerous and he wanted me not to let them use it ... I don't know exactly, but he really showed a concern about disappearing that flower ...
- Don't you know what that's for? ... Are you really doing all this because of that boy's request?
- It's not just for him ... but for what may happen in the future ... Besides, I'm also like you, I didn't waste the opportunity for a good adventure.
Glen was somewhat shocked by such a confession and then smiled.
- Well, then what are we waiting for...
The two young men left the servants' residence for the mansion.
In a room of the mansion, where everything was tidy and decorated cozily and elegantly, there was a girl with her pet.
- Ozu ... did I imagine it? ... I felt as if they were talking behind my back in the garden ... - said Charlotte while she was stroking the husky.
Walking over to the window overlooking the garden, the girl looked thoughtful.
"My father and brother look as if they will be busy all day ... and mother has gone to visit her friends again ... I think I shall be left alone all day again ... how I should like to go out and make friends ..."
As the little girl watched her beloved pet approach her as if she understood her grief, the little girl smiled sadly.
Suddenly, the girl went to her dresser and, taking out some clothes, a photograph was what she held in her hands.
That picture showed the figure of two people; a young woman of about 15 years of age with golden hair and blue eyes who was standing next to a leather seat occupied by a man who looked about 45 years old with light brown hair and a serene look.
The girl stared at the photograph for a while.
In front of the door of the mansion, there were two servants who didn't even seem to know how to open the door, since it had no outside handle.
- And now? ... Couldn't there be a secret key or something?
Aren looked at Glen with disappointment.
- What? Why are you looking at me so ugly?
- Hey! What are you lounging around in there?! - exclaimed a butler passing by the door.
The pair didn't know what to say.
- Mnm ... ? ... You must be ... the new ones. - said the old butler who seemed to inspect them with a judging look.
As if they were mannequins being watched by the public, Aren and Glen didn't say a word or move.
- Especially you ... you seem to be the one the lady asked for, aren't you ... Just do your job. - said the butler to Aren.
Resting his hand on that large French oak door with an elegant design where several folds were shown, one of them moved as if it were a small window and, putting his hand in, opened the door from the inside.
- Well, come in... you should already know what your tasks are today, shouldn't you?
- Yes, sir. - they both answered for the first time.
As the old man withdrew, the two young men were somewhat taken aback.
- Well, at least we know how to get in.
- Yes, we do.
- So where do we start looking?
- ... First we must not be seen by the heads of the house ... I suppose they at least know who they hire. - Aren replied.
- Ok, so...
- Hey! Don't just stand there, help us with this! - exclaimed one of the two servants who had appeared carrying tubs full of laundry to the laundry room.
Quickly Glen and Aren went to help them and followed.
- You two are newcomers, aren't you? - asked the servant who had spoken to them earlier.
- Yes...
- Well, try to take the opportunity to practice and remember all the jobs now that the masters of the house and the young master, Gilberto, are not at home ... You can forget about those three yelling at you.
- Hey, don't talk like that ... even if there are no cameras, someone else might hear us. - said the other servant.
- So what does it matter? Anyway, soon your rule will be over.
- Don't talk anymore...
While that pair kept talking, Glen and Aren followed them silently as they listened to all the information carelessly mentioned by one of the servants.
About a couple of hours passed in the late afternoon, when they finally got rid of the household chores.
- You know, now that I see ... there aren't many women here. - Glen commented.
- ... That's because most of them are chosen by the boss's wife. Mr. Ephraim doesn't seem to care much about his staff, that's why he leaves it in the hands of Mrs. Andrea and her right hand man, the chief butler, Bruce. - said one of the servants who was sitting relaxing inside a servant's room.
- Surely when you first came for the interview, Mrs. Andrea and Bruce were in front of you personally ... Although now the two of them are not here at the moment; so, we can relax a little. - explained the other servant.
It was obvious to know the taste of the lady of the house in choosing mostly male servants or so Aren and Glen thought.
- Where has everyone gone? - Aren asked.
- ... Well, about Mr. Efrain and young Gilberto I couldn't say, but Mrs. Andrea went to her friends' house or so they say.
- And the butler's boss?
- Ah ... well, they say he went with the lady. - answered the servant with bad intentions.
That answer made it seem as if there was a secret between Mrs. Andrea and the head butler.
- Well, they can't be separated for long, can they? - the servant spoke again with the same intentions.
- That's enough, Nicolas.
- What? They're going to find out soon anyway, unless they already know.
Shaking their heads, Aren and Glen answered.
- They say that Mrs. Andrea is having an affair with Bruce and that's why they always go everywhere together.
Glen and Aren were a little surprised, but didn't think much of it.
- The interesting thing is that Mr. Ephraim seems to know about it and shows he cares; so does his eldest son... What is sad and worse may be Miss Charlotte's loneliness.
- Charlo... ? - Without finishing his question, Glen suddenly fell down.
- What's wrong?
- No, nothing... yes, it's sad what the girl might be feeling seeing her parents like this. - Glen replied as he understood that they were referring to the little girl they found in the garden a few hours ago.
- Yes ... they always keep her locked up; even when she should be in school, they only hire private teachers. Well, at least she has her dog.
- Oh, it's about time... It looks like the gentlemen will be late, I guess that's it for today for us. - Said the servant named Nicolas looking at the clock which read 5 pm.
Getting up the two servants first, Glen and Aren followed them without knowing well what they were referring to.
- Well, people. See you later. - one of them said goodbye and retired to the residence where the servants were staying.
- What will you do? - asked the other remaining one.
Looking at each other's faces, they both replied.
- ... We'll keep looking around ... we have to memorize the places so we won't be asking questions all the time.
- Oh, I see; take care of yourselves.
Turning and heading inside the mansion, a voice stopped them.
- Hey! Wait up!
Stiff as stone, Aren and Glen stood still.
- Yes?
- ... Please ... don't go telling what Nicolas said ...
- Y-Yes, you have our word.
- Thank you. - said the servant as he left the place.
Being free now, they could finally enter the mansion again. However, they both did not know that, from one of the windows on the upper floors, a person was watching them.
- So... Where do you think they keep that flower? I haven't seen it anywhere. - Glen said.
- We've gone from the bottom to the top ... and there are only two places we haven't seen ... the girl's room and the master of the house's office ... I guess we know where to look.
- Oh, how you love danger, let's go, it's getting late. - Glen replied, smiling with determination.
Going to the third and last floor of the mansion, both were careful not to be seen by anyone. Fortunately, it seemed that the place was empty.
- Hey, don't you feel it's too empty... Do you think the others have left?...
- I don't know, but there are only 10 of us inside now, not counting the guards.
- Ok.
Standing in front of the office door of the head of the Rufasto family, the problem now was how to get in, as it was locked.
- Do you have ... oil and a paper clip? - asked Glen.
- No ...
- Then I don't know how to open this.
As they thought for several seconds, a footstep sounded behind them.
Surprise froze both of them, turning their eyes they looked at each other as if trying to communicate.
"We've been spotted!" was what they both thought.
Sweat from the sudden noise began to appear from the foreheads of both young men at the thought that they had been discovered.
Suddenly, as the footsteps approached, Glen's hand held a written paper which he pulled from his sleeve. Aren noticed this and waited patiently for whoever was behind them to come close enough.
The moment a shadow appeared and connected with the pair's feet, they both knew it was the right time to make an attack.
Aren was the first to turn with the intention of knocking the guy down, leaving Glen free to attack.
The last step was heard and immediately Aren turned with his arms outstretched to grab the legs of that person, but something strange happened.
A lick to the face he received from the husky they had seen earlier.
- What?
Following in his footsteps, Glen had a sword in his hands that, when he turned around, was pointing towards his target; however, he fell to the ground, tripping over the dog's backside. Yes, it was a hard hit against the floor.
- What is this dog doing here again? - asked Glen with his face on the ground holding that katana with both hands.
- What are you looking for? - was the answer received by both young men who wondered what was going on.
When they raised their faces, they observed the tender appearance of a girl close to 12 years old who was standing in front of them with a distrustful face.
- Oh, lucky for them, it was the girl.
Soon they heard the footsteps of someone coming up the stairs.
- Lady Charlotte, are you there? - said a man's voice.
- Oh no ... not again ... - said Glen.
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