Chapter 258 - 6.18 Twenty Seven Minutes
Lu Yizhou had no idea how it happened but one thing led to another and before he realized it, the rumor that the Duke’s manor was haunted by a malicious ghost had spread all over the Duchy. The peak moment came with Marquis Ouin’s — no, he didn’t even have a title anymore — execution. The Marquis became a prime example of someone who envied Duke Lacrosa and intended to harm him only for the ghost to teach him a lesson. See how miserable his life ended up? That’s why, one shouldn’t dream to harm the Duke.
Jillian stopped chewing for a second. He dabbed his lips with the napkin before replying. "Pardon?"
"Guardian angel, the spirit of the old Master, the ghost of a servant who has fallen in love with the Duke and decided to protect him..." Bassil counted with his fingers then glanced toward the doll who was sitting on Jillian’s right side. "Certainly, Master Regius has amassed quite a diverse reputation."
Jillian tried to hold back his laugh but he could only last for approximately two seconds. "Pfft, Regius, did you hear that? Seriously, how can people be so creative? The spirit of my father? The ghost of a servant who has fallen in love with me?" Jillian shook his head, amused.
The servants who were on standby in the corner of the dining room could only brew in silent consternation. Well, wasn’t it quite accurate? First, the majority of them had testified that they had once or twice spotted a white, translucent figure walking around the manor in the middle of the night. Bassil had warned them beforehand not to panic unnecessarily because that was the Duke’s esteemed guest. Second, wasn’t it the truth that the ghost was the one who had killed the assassin because he fancied the Duke? Haha, if people were to know the truth, they would definitely freak out.
Fortunately, ever since the brutal death of the traitorous stableboy, none of the servants dared to run their mouths carelessly anymore.
"Well, you can be considered my guardian angel, can’t you?" Jillian offered the doll a lopsided grin.
Beside him, Lu Yizhou could only look on helplessly. Either way, he had completely given up on the plan to lay low. With Jillian carrying him everywhere he went, there was no way people wouldn’t talk. But Lu Yizhou was surprised that almost all the response they received had been quite positive, unlike the original plot where Jillian’s reputation directly took a turn for the worse. On the contrary, Lu Yizhou even found a few commoners started praying to him.
He had no idea who started it first but once someone set an example, others would gradually follow. What they asked was simple; good weather, make a fortune sufficient to last them for the rest of the winter, wishing for a successful hunt in the forest, wishing for safety and peace. Despite Lu Yizhou’s inability to grant their wishes, the recipient of their prayers was still him and with each prayer he received, more and more power settled in his doll body to the point where Lu Yizhou was certain he could show himself to Jillian for a few minutes a day.