Boer responded with a grunt.
A moment later.
The carriage arrived at the gate of the Manor Castleās walls.
It was immediately stopped by the guard at the gate.
Boerās heart tightened slightly, looking towards Holland.
Without needing Boer to remind him, Holland opened the carriage door and stepped down.
But only half a minute later, Holland returned to the carriage.
As the carriage door closed, the carriage proceeded to drive into the manor.
Hall looked at Boer and explained, "Due to Eduardoās attack, Master Jonas has tightened the security of the manor."
"Without a familiar person leading, outsiders are prohibited from entering..."
Boer nodded slightly.
Jonas has always been very cautious.
Even when leaving the Manor Castle to go to Morgan Town, he takes along a large number of escorts and guards.
Just in case something unexpected happens.
The higher oneās status and the greater oneās wealth, the more they fear death!
The carriage drove into the manor, traveling along the cobblestone path, and came to the empty space in front of the castle.
Boer and Holland stepped out of the carriage.
Boer glanced around.
In front of the open space, ten or so horse-drawn carriages were already parked aside, with coachmen standing by waiting.
Clearly, many have come to participate in Eldoradoās mourning ceremony.
Entering the castle, Boer and Holland started the mourning ceremony in the first-floor hall.
After completing the ceremony.
Boer and Holland were led by the maids to the reception hall on the second floor.
On the carpeted floor, they stood in small groups, their faces calm and amicable, occasionally bursting into laughter.
Boer did not feel any impact on them from someoneās passing.
With a drink in hand, Holland took a sip and explained.
"Rather than a mourning ceremony, itās more of a gathering for these people with status and wealth."
"They want to earn more profit, so they meet big figures of different industries on various occasions."
"Even if itās not immediately useful, someday it will be..."
Boer nodded.
This was indeed his first time attending such a gathering and he felt a bit out of place.
Boer spoke, "Are you sure Janet will come?"
Holland hesitated, "Lord Boer, Iām not sure."
"My friendship with Janet is limited to childhood; after growing up, weāve almost had little contact."
Boer responded, "Then letās wait and see, if not, Iāll think of something else!"
Holland lowered his head in apology.
The gathering in the reception hall continued.
Men and women of different statuses ascended the staircase to the second-floor reception hall.
They were dressed in luxury, exuded humility, behaved elegantly, and spoke eloquently.
Suddenly.
A maid stepped on a piece of fruit peel that fell at some point, causing her body to instantly fall and hit the ground hard.
Despite the maidās best efforts to protect the glasses on the tray.
But it was already too late.
Crash, crash~
After several crisp sounds of ceramic breaking.
The spilled drink slightly dampened a woman dressed in satin.
A scream sounded.
Confusion, surprise, anger, disbelief...
The face of the satin-dressed woman, originally poised and reserved, suddenly turned cold.
She stared at the maid lying on the ground in pain and sternly said, "Are you tired of living?"
"Daring to spill drink on my satin?"
The maid was terrified, ignoring the pain in her body, and hastily crawled up to kneel before the satin-dressed woman.
"Sorry, maāam, I didnāt mean it, please forgive my mistake."
As she spoke, the maid repeatedly bowed and kowtowed.
The sound and the scene immediately attracted the attention of everyone around.
Their eyes were filled with confusion, curiosity, mockery, and disdain...
The satin-dressed woman raised her slender eyebrows and said coldly, "Forgive?"
"You think you can get my forgiveness with just words and a few kowtows?"
"Do you deserve it?"
"Do you know the price of this satin? Over a hundred gold pounds!"
The maidās face turned pale, and for a moment she didnāt know what to do.
"Miss Yasmin, she is nothing more than a maid."
"I think thereās no need to make such a scene for a maid during my brotherās mourning ceremony..."
Upon hearing this deep voice, both the maid and the satin-dressed woman looked over.
When the maid saw the middle-aged man, her fear and dread grew no less.
Instead, her whole body started trembling.
The eyebrows of the satin-dressed woman knitted as she stared at the middle-aged man, "Krueger, what do you mean?"
"Itās the maid from your castle who spilled drink on my clothes!"
Krueger smiled slightly, "Miss Yasmin, you misunderstood, those who make mistakes must be punished!"
"Bring her along."
The two guards nearby promptly came to Kruegerās side.
Krueger continued, "Take her away... we are short of fertilizer in the fields."
"Human fertilizer would be just right."
The maidās face changed as she knelt on the ground, quickly begging for mercy.
"Sir, please spare me, I really didnāt do it on purpose."
"It was due to the fallen item... otherwise..."
Krueger said indifferently, "I donāt want to hear anymore of her nonsense."
The two guards immediately comprehended and, with their calloused right hands, viciously slapped the maidās face.