The Eager Lady Grace

Pok pondered long and hard.

Ultimately, he narrowed down a few suspects in his mind.

These were Barto's bodyguard squire, Grace's personal maid, and the coachman.

Barto's bodyguard squire was the leader of all the attendants and guards.

He possessed the strength of a high-ranking knight squire and held the position of captain of the guard.

Moreover, he was one of the few who, like Pok, could move about freely in Barto's manor.

During patrols, there was a certain probability that he might discover the affair between Pok and Grace.

As for Grace's personal maid, there was no need to elaborate.

And lastly, the coachman…

Pok squinted his eyes, for both Barto and Grace were mere mortals.

In fact, due to being coddled and living a life of luxury for years, they would even find horseback riding tiring.

Therefore, for any outings, they relied entirely on a spacious and comfortable carriage that was always ready at home.

During some of his secret trysts with Grace, the coachman had driven them around on a few occasions.

Although they were more restrained and dignified in the carriage, not rushing to commit any indecent acts,

sometimes they would confide in each other and whisper, inevitably being overheard by the coachman.

"Whether it's them or not, a test will reveal the truth," Pok thought to himself, and then splashed cold water on his face.

He mustered his energy and headed towards Barto's courtyard.

As expected, despite being listless due to the festering wound and persistent fever,

Barto still had enough vigor to berate him for not finding the owner of the money bag and the hunting trap.

Pok kept his head down, clenched his teeth, and forcibly suppressed his anger.

Only after Barto drove him out and he stepped out of the bedroom door did his expression turn cold.

"Damn Barto, you really should have died sooner!" Pok cursed inwardly.

After adjusting his emotions, he headed towards the captain of the guard's room.

Just as he arrived at the door, he saw the bodyguard squire, clad in light armor and wielding a longsword, walking out of the room.

"Captain, where are you off to?" Pok was taken aback and quickly asked.

The captain of the guard casually replied, "Oh, it's you, Butler Pok. I'm going to Kurah City with the young master."

Since Nemo had failed to go to Kurah City yesterday, they were preparing to set off again early today.

However, due to the attack he suffered while traveling alone on a back road yesterday,

Barto had arranged for the captain of the guard and two mid-ranking knight squires to accompany him as protection.

Pok pondered thoughtfully, accompanying the captain of the guard to find Nemo while making small talk.

When they arrived at the entrance, they happened to see Nemo standing outside the door.

Beside him was a short-statured, unprepossessing middle-aged man, the very coachman.

"Hmm?" Pok, with an impassive face, first greeted Nemo.

Nemo nodded in acknowledgment, thinking that his father was still worried and had sent Pok to remind him, so he didn't pay much attention.

Pok stepped back and stood beside the coachman.

The coachman also hurriedly nodded and bowed, smiling ingratiatingly.

"Good day, Mr. Pok. Are you going out as well?" The coachman, naturally, dared not show any disrespect to Pok, who was the foremost among all the employees of the Barto household.

At this moment, Pok squinted his eyes, staring at the coachman.

The coachman felt puzzled, and just as he was getting uncomfortable from the gaze and was about to inquire,

he saw a sudden smile appear on Pok's face, responding to him in a very amiable manner.

The coachman was taken aback, and then felt flattered.

After all, in normal times, although Pok did not bully them, he was always very aloof towards the lower staff.

How could he be so approachable today, even initiating a conversation with him and being quite warm in attitude?

Thus, the coachman quickly chimed in agreeably.

After a few minutes of idle chat, two other squires also led the horses out.

"Pok, tell Father that I won't mess up this time!" Nemo said to Pok as he boarded the carriage.

The other three guards were also mounted on their horses, one leading the way and two following behind the carriage.

The procession gradually moved away, and Pok stood at the entrance, lost in thought for a long time.

"Unless they are actors, otherwise…" Pok shook his head slightly. Just now, he had pretended to be nonchalant and probed subtly.

The result was that neither the captain of the guard nor the carriage driver showed any signs of suspicion, being completely unaware of his affair with Grace.

"Could it be that there really is a problem on Grace's side?" Pok's expression turned somewhat unpleasant, his eyes flickering continuously.

Then, he suddenly strode towards Grace's room.

Ever since Barto had grown older, due to certain personal reasons,

coupled with Grace's youthful arrogance, they had been living in separate rooms.

When Pok arrived in front of Grace's door and had the maid announce his presence, he was then allowed to enter the room.

"Pok?" At this moment, Grace was coming downstairs, looking at Pok with some surprise.

She was around thirty-five or thirty-six years old, dressed in expensive and gorgeous attire.

As she twisted her body while descending the stairs, she exuded an air of coquetry and lasciviousness, causing Pok's throat to move involuntarily.

"You vixen!" Pok cursed inwardly, but on the surface, he maintained a respectful demeanor.

"Why have you come at this hour?" Grace asked Pok as she approached him, sounding somewhat puzzled.

The maid, overhearing this, thought that the mistress was merely inquiring whether the butler Pok had come for some matter.

But only Pok understood that Grace was reminding him that it was daytime and not yet the appropriate time for his visit.

Pok's mouth twitched, but he remained composed, slightly bowing and saying,

"Madam, the master has sent me to inquire about the young master's studies."

Upon hearing this, Grace raised an eyebrow.

Lola was naturally slow-witted and had always been a poor learner.

Even at the age of six or seven, he didn't know how many fingers were on one hand.

Thus, Barto had long been disappointed in Lola and had been focusing on grooming his eldest son, Nemo.

However, now that old man suddenly showed concern for Lola's grades?

Just as Grace was puzzled, her peripheral vision caught Pok winking at her.

Suddenly enlightened, she said to him,

"Very well, then come with me."

"By the way, don't just stand idle. All of you, go and do some cleaning."

"If I need you, I will call for you. Don't be lazy, understood?"

The maids quickly bowed their heads in acknowledgment and then left the room.

Grace gave Pok a meaningful look and then led him upstairs to the bedroom.

As soon as Pok entered, he immediately locked the door from the inside.

When he turned around, just as he was about to speak,

he saw Grace pouncing on him, embracing and kissing him passionately.

"Oh, you rascal Pok, it's still daytime and you're already this eager? Very well, I shall indulge you!"