"It's fine, I don't care about these things." Celt casually shook his head, indicating he didn't mind.
He wasn't actually interested in so-called noble etiquette.
The special Law Rhy of "Royal Blood" had only granted him corresponding knowledge and a few habits, but hadn't directly made him overly rigid.
The influence that should theoretically have existed had beco negligible due to Samuel's secondary overlay.
"Thank you for your understanding." William bowed his head once more, his tone respectful.
William's deanor revealed excellent breeding; every movent was perfectly appropriate, neither overly humble nor lacking in politeness.
And Alia continued to stand quietly behind him.
This era did have housekeeping companies, usually existing in the form of associations.
They registered the personal information and work requirents of various servants, recording the details of maids, butlers, cooks, and manservants eager to escape extre poverty.
This made it convenient for employers to choose while also increasing the employnt prospects of those seeking help.
They provided basic training to improve the work capabilities of those seeking help, thereby increasing their value.
Part of their operating funds ca from charitable organizations, while another part ca from additional paynts by employers. It was convenient enough that people didn't need to search everywhere to hire decent manservants, butlers, or maids.
If anything went wrong, there was also a place to file complaints, providing further assurance of safety.
As for smaller housekeeping associations, they also existed, but it was hard for them to build a reputation, and they usually had very few custors.
Celt rested his left hand on his hip, his right hand hanging naturally, as he curiously observed this uninvited butler and maid.
"I'm sorry, but I don't recall ever requesting housekeeping services."
"And besides..." He looked them up and down. "I only moved here two days ago. News of my move shouldn't have spread yet."
"That is correct, sir." The butler William replied respectfully. "A gentleman approached us and commissioned us to provide services for three individuals, to take care of your daily needs."
"That gentleman said that the three of you had just arrived in this city, had just settled down, and had many matters to attend to, without the leisure to select suitable servants to manage your daily life. Therefore, he took the liberty of extending this care."
"Three individuals?" Celt looked at the two people before him, repeating softly. "Are you sure... it's three?"
"Not one? Not two?"
"Yes, sir, it is indeed three." The butler's head was slightly bowed, his tone without any hesitation. "The gentleman who commissioned us gave very clear instructions that we were to take care of the daily needs of three residents here."
"Oh... three, huh." Celt drew out the word, the corners of his mouth lifting upward.
After all, he had only been here for two days and didn't know many neighbors. Very few people knew they were living here.
Even fewer knew that Samuel had split off a clone.
On top of that, almost no one knew that Samuel had bought a Nether-Floating Jellyfish.
"Hmm... a gentleman..." Celt repeated. "What kind of gentleman was he?"
He paused, then added, "Oh, right. Housekeeping companies generally have rules against revealing employer information, don't they?"
He had never been to one, but from watching ani and reading novels in the past, that's what they always said.
Things like "Secrecy is a maid's required course" and so on.
"You are absolutely right," William nodded slightly, the movent so subtle it was nearly imperceptible. "Maintaining confidentiality is also a rule we have always followed. Iris Housekeeping Services usually does not disclose our employers' information."
William's tone shifted. "However, that gentleman did leave instructions that if you or anyone else here asked, we were to say that we were 'hired by Mister Pride.'"
"Please allow to relay his words."
He straightened up and recited Mister Pride's words verbatim.
"You two, no, you three. You probably haven't had ti to find manservants or maids yet, right? In that case, I recomnd Iris Housekeeping Services. They are one of the top housekeeping organizations in this country. Although they are not widely known, their professionalism is impeccable. You can throw any matter at them. Hmm... consider this my entrance fee."
"Pride... I see." Celt nodded.
Indeed, if it was that Wyatt Odius, it wasn't strange that he knew there were three living beings here.
He knew Samuel, knew that Samuel had bought a Nether-Floating Jellyfish, and it wouldn't be difficult for him to investigate who Samuel had eaten with yesterday.
As for how he found this place?
Even without using any divination, prophecy, astrology, or other mystical ans, finding them wouldn't have been difficult at all.
Because neither Celt nor Samuel had made any effort to conceal themselves when entering or leaving the house.
Except for the one ti Samuel teleported, both of them had co and gone openly.
Celt had even taken a public carriage once, and it almost made him sick.
For this royal family mber and underground organization leader, finding their ho within a day was hardly unimaginable.
On the contrary, if he couldn't find them, that would truly make him a useless waste. If it were Samuel, it would only take a few minutes.
"Co in." Celt stepped back, turning sideways to make room, inviting the two to enter.
As he moved aside, he also revealed the Nether-Floating Jellyfish, Sereia, floating in mid-air behind him.
She hovered quietly not far behind Celt, her pale blue bell-shaped body slowly expanding and contracting.
In Celt's eyes, this was cute, but to ordinary people, it probably wasn't so cute.
He did this on purpose, wanting to see how these two housekeeping professionals would react when faced with a supernatural creature.
Nothing.
Clearly, just as he expected, neither of them showed any reaction.
No surprise, no fear, no confusion.
No reaction was the best reaction.
Celt led the two into the house, walked over to the sofa, and casually sat down, letting the two stand before him.
He noticed that when they passed by Sereia, they actually made bowing gestures.
William placed one hand on his chest and bowed slightly towards Sereia, while Alia bent her knees slightly, executing a standard maid's curtsey towards the floating jellyfish, her soft voice like a feather brushing by:
"Greetings, Miss."
Sereia's tentacles twitched, probably not understanding what was happening.
But Celt heard her greeting, half-turned to look curiously at Alia, and raised an eyebrow.
Not only were they unafraid of this supernatural creature, but they could even determine its gender?
In that case, they were probably sufficiently professional even in the field of mysticism.
After all, if he had to judge with his naked eyes, he couldn't tell Sereia's gender at all.
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