On the other side, when Clark took Kason back to the yard, Tyson was about to go out to get some water to wash Kason's hands and clean his face. But Kason told Clark, "Tell the elders that Pablo has brought a group of outsiders in and asked them to investigate their background."
Clark lowered his head to hide his surprise, "Yes, sir!"
Kason said slowly, "They seem to know me. Ask the elders to check if I have been outside."
"... Yes!"
The Second Elder took a drag on his cigarette and put it on the table. He looked at Clark and asked, "Did he ask that?"
"Yes, sir." Clark nodded.
"That's good." The Second Elder said with a sigh of relief. Because Kason had been poisoned before, he was worried that Kason would be immune to it this time. Judging from what he had done these days, he did lose his memory, or he wouldn't have acted so strange.
Thinking of what had happened over there, the Second Elder frowned and asked, "What happened to Pablo?"
"Perhaps they want to help Kason regain his memory," Clark said, "they have found a lot of people, and that girl is also one of them."
"Why did he send her away again?" the Second Elder had a feeling that Kason was not such a meddlesome person. At least he wouldn't openly rob a strange girl from Baron.
"Mr. Kason was worried that the girl's a bit of a mystery, so he asked me to invite Pablo to come here early in the morning," after saying that, Clark added, "last night, we thought that Mr. Kason had a crush on this girl, but he asked us to leave her in the next room. It was only this morning..." Because the girl gave him a lollipop, Mr. Kason suddenly changed his mind. Instead of sending her to the dungeon, he asked Clark to call Pablo...
Before he could finish his words, the Second Elder waved his hand and interrupted, "Okay, I see. You don't have to report to me what happened to Pablo. Anyway, he will send her away."
"Yes, sir!"
When Clark was about to leave, the Second Elder asked again, "Is that girl beautiful?"
"Yes, she is beautiful," Clark said hesitantly, "but... She doesn't seem to be very smart."
He flicked the cigarette pipe, squinted and asked, "Is she an idiot?"
"She cried in the cupboard this morning," Clark said in confusion, "she behaved like a child."
The Second Elder thought for a while and decided to let it go. He had planned to ask Baron to marry the girl if she was really good-looking, but he didn't expect that she was an idiot.
"Go and ask Mr. Baron to come." The Second Elder ordered the guard at the door.
"Yes, sir!"
The Second Elder put down the cigarette pipe and walked to the study in the yard. A young man was cleaning the table with his head down. The back of his hand was burned, and his arms covered by shirt were also burned. Several parts of his face were covered with gauze. It was obvious that he had experienced a fire, and it was inconvenient for him to walk around.
Seeing the Second Elder standing at the door, the man bowed and said in a hoarse voice, "Second Elder."
"Rise," the Second Elder said as he walked in, "have you finished the account book I showed you yesterday?"
"Yes." The young man nodded, and then picked up a handwritten list from the table. He was very smart and accurate in calculation. He had a good memory, and could remember almost everything he had seen yesterday.
In front of those people who were well-trained in martial arts, only this man could be called an all-around talent. However, his injury was a little serious, and the medical doctor had given all the medicine to Kason. The rest of the people could only be given some ordinary medicine, which could only slowly heal the wound. Some of the burns even needed to be operated on a few times before the scar could gradually fade away.
The Second Elder looked at the purchase list in his hand and nodded, "Okay. I'll have the bill delivered to you later. You can sit here and check the accounts this afternoon."
The young man nodded, "Yes, sir!"
"Don't be in a hurry. Pay attention to the wound. Go to bed if you are tired." The Second Elder looked back at the gauze on his face again.
"Yes."
The young man had a serious face. He sat at the table like an accountant with a pen in his hand. He was standing there in a white robe with gauze on his face. Recently, his body had lost some weight because of the injury, and his cheeks were sunken. But his eyes were still bright, and he didn't smile often, just like his previous master.