Conspiracy

After the ball dispersed, Count Altair was pushed away from the venue in a "wheelchair" by a servant.

Looking at the surroundings, which were different from when he arrived, Count Altair looked at the servant with a cold expression and asked, "Where are we going? This isn't the way back to my room."

The servant did not explain, but continued to push the wheelchair forward.

Count Altair felt very helpless about the servant's behavior. The simplest solution would be to kill him, but he was a royal servant in name. Even if he dealt with him now, it would cause a commotion. Moreover, only royal members could mobilize the palace servants.

After winding through many turns, Count Altair was pushed to a remote hut. After the servant knocked on the door and listened to the sounds inside, he dared to open the door and push him in.

When the main door opened, Count Altair saw "George III" in casual clothes sitting in the living room, looking at a book in his hands.

After the servant pushed the wheelchair into the house and stopped it, he left immediately. Seeing him close the room door, Count Altair smiled and greeted, "Good evening, Your Majesty. May I ask why you summoned me so late?"

As soon as he finished speaking, "George III" seemed to lose interest in the book in his hand, looked up at Count Altair, and said, "It seems your etiquette studies have been very successful recently."

Upon hearing this, Count Altair really wanted to punch the old man, but he suppressed his inner thoughts, put on a smile, and replied politely, "This is all thanks to you finding me an excellent teacher. Madame Anna's teaching quality is very good."

"George III" nodded slightly at Count Altair's words and said, "I asked you to come this time because I need you to infiltrate the social circles of those 'ladies and madams'."

"You should know about the recent proposal in the House of Lords to abolish the Corn Law. I need you to gather information through them."

Hearing this, Count Altair began to look troubled as he considered the feasibility of this matter.

The main reason for this matter should be the problem of insufficient "population" for building the mausoleum and the excessive expense of supplying grain for it.

Are they already secretly building the mausoleum on a large scale?

Count Altair pondered for a moment and said to "George III" with a look of difficulty, "Your Majesty the King, you should know that most of the members of the House of Lords are old nobles and members of the Conservative Faction."

"They will not agree to cede their self-interest and pass this bill."

"I know that, of course." George III was not surprised by Count Altair's answer. As the ruler of a country, he naturally knew that this bill would not pass so easily.

Those old nobles, relying on the land they had accumulated, had a substantial income every year from renting out land or selling crops. They didn't need to do anything extra and could live in drunken indulgence every day.

And the "backing" for all of this was the Corn Law. If this bill were abolished, a large number of nobles and farmers would go bankrupt.

After a moment of thought, "George III" said to Count Altair, "You are very smart to know my purpose, and I also understand that this matter is difficult to accomplish. Therefore, I don't need you to do anything, just give me the information you hear."

After the conversation ended, Count Altair was pushed away from the hut by the servant again.

On the way back, Count Altair began to ponder "George III's" true purpose.

Gathering information shouldn't be the main reason for finding him. If the royal family had been operating for so many years without a dedicated intelligence department, they might as well hang themselves.

A pawn? That shouldn't be it either; it would be too costly to expend a pawn like him.

"Count Altair, we have arrived at your room. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

Hearing the servant's words, Count Altair came back to his senses and said to him, "No, you can go back."

Count Altair directly opened the room door. Vera saw the door open and came to the entrance to greet Count Altair, pushing him into the room.

After the door was closed, Vera puffed out her cheeks and, unable to bear the boredom, said, "Count Altair, it's really boring here. I wanted to go out for a walk after you left, but I couldn't."

Count Altair couldn't do anything about Vera's complaint. The scale of this banquet was exceptionally high. Even after identifying themselves, all the servants brought by the nobles were restricted in their freedom and could not move around at will.

He could only say helplessly to Vera, "Look, Irene and the others aren't complaining. Only you dare to. Don't say this outside this room."

Vera subconsciously covered her mouth, looked around, and thinking about her current environment, whispered, "I understand. I won't dare to next time."

Count Altair couldn't bear to watch her behavior and said plainly, "I know you're bored staying in the room. Tomorrow, you can come out with me during the day. We'll go watch them hunt together then."

"As for now, help me up to change clothes. The ball gown tonight is really uncomfortable."

Hearing this, the three of them reacted and quickly helped Count Altair up to start undressing him.

Count Altair found the clothing designs of this era difficult to understand. He thought the casual wear was already anti-human, but he didn't expect the ball gown to be even more so.

Not only did it require a corset, but also a crinoline, and the skirt was layered one after another.

When only the undergarments were left, Count Altair had the three of them stop their work. He joked that he hadn't completely changed yet, and if he took off the last piece of clothing, he was sure to be exposed.

"Why are you still here?" Count Altair asked, looking at the three of them. He had already asked them to leave after he finished undressing.

Freya replied helplessly to Count Altair's question, "There are many nobles attending this hunt, so the supervisor managing this palace has not yet arranged sleeping quarters for the servants, so..."

After saying this, Freya lowered her head and rubbed the ribbon in her hand.

Seeing the same expression on their faces, Count Altair patted his head and said helplessly, "So your idea now is to sleep in my room."

Hearing this, Vera quickly stepped forward, took Count Altair's arm, placed it on her chest, and swayed, saying, "Count Altair, we are so pitiful. He still hasn't notified us where to rest. It's already midnight, and Vera doesn't want to sleep in the corridor."

"Please take us three in. We can sleep on the floor in the room."

Count Altair was also helpless with their request. He couldn't expose himself yet, but if he didn't let the three of them stay, they might really end up sleeping in the corridor.

Before Count Altair could react, Freya and Irene directly took off all their clothes and said, "Count Altair, actually, we both already know the secret you've been hiding."

"Although you've hidden it very well, we are your personal maids after all. We handle everything from your daily diet to your dressing and grooming, so it's impossible for us not to notice anything."

"Taking this opportunity, we are willing to fully integrate into your family."

Count Altair's expression shifted from shock and confusion to understanding as he looked at Vera, who was still standing.

Vera, taking in the scene around her, began to undress just like the other two.

"You two aren't just here to say these things, are you? Especially you, Freya," Count Altair asked coldly, addressing the two intelligent women.

Looking at the three from the perspective of a "Mind Reader," he saw Vera's bewildered expression, Irene's compliance, and Freya's calculation.

Freya looked up at Count Altair, gritting her teeth. "Count Altair, I need your help to become a powerful Extraordinary. Ever since I came to this household, I've observed some people's extraordinary abilities. I want to possess that kind of power too."

"You know my situation. I was groomed by my father to be a bargaining chip, but luckily, he died before that could happen."

"If you're willing, I can give myself to you completely, becoming your personal property."

Count Altair was quite curious about Freya's actions. He stroked his chin and asked with a smile, "Freya, why do you want to become an Extraordinary? And how can you guarantee I'll agree to your request?"

Freya answered Count Altair's questions without hesitation.

"From the moment I entered the Sheffield Earl's Mansion, I experienced what it truly meant to be a noble for the first time. When I was threatened by a gang demanding money, all you had to do was have Hahn make a call, and it was handled. When I was sent to deliver messages to other nobles, they greeted me with smiles."

"I found myself slowly becoming infatuated with that feeling."

"At the same time, I knew I would eventually lose all of this. I don't want to lose it. I want to always possess this kind of power that commands respect. Since then, I've been working hard to stay within the Sheffield Family."

"But Vivian's arrival made me see the truth. I don't just need power; I need to become an Extraordinary. Power alone isn't enough; I need ability."

"As for how to guarantee your agreement, I believe I am the best guarantee."

After hearing Freya's words, Count Altair turned to Irene. She immediately stated, "Irene is Count Altair's personal property."

Count Altair didn't even look at Vera.