17: Mrs. Grace can't wait

Poke pondered, weighing his options.

Finally, in his mind, he settled on a few individuals.

These were Barto's Knight Squire, Grace's personal maid, and the coachman.

Barto's Knight Squire was the leader of all the attendants and guards.

He was a high-ranking Knight Squire, holding the position of Captain of the Guards.

At the same time, he was one of the few people, like Poke, who could move freely within Barto's estate.

Perhaps during his patrols, there was a certain chance he might have discovered his affair with Grace.

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

Finally, the coachman… Poke's eyes narrowed, because Barto and Grace were both just ordinary people.

In fact, due to their pampered and privileged lives, they would even feel tired riding a horse.

Therefore, they relied entirely on a spacious and comfortable carriage, which was always kept ready at home, for all their travels.

Several times when he and Grace met in secret, it was the coachman who drove them.

Although they were quite restrained and reserved in the carriage, not rushing to do anything illicit.

But sometimes they would confide in each other, speaking in low voices, and it was inevitable that the coachman might have overheard them.

"Whether it's them, we'll know once we test it."

Poke thought to himself, then washed his face with cold water.

He forced himself to perk up and walked towards Barto's courtyard.

As expected, although Barto was somewhat listless today due to his festering wound and persistent high fever.

However, because the money bag and the owner of the beast trap had not been found, he still yelled at him with full vigor.

Poke lowered his head, gritting his teeth, suppressing his anger.

Only after Barto dismissed him and he exited the bedroom door, did his expression turn cold.

"Damn Barto, you really should die sooner!"

Poke cursed in his heart, then, after adjusting his emotions, walked towards the Captain of the Guards' room.

As soon as he reached the doorway, he saw the Knight Squire, dressed in light armor and carrying a long sword, emerge from the room.

"Captain, where are you going?"

Poke was startled and quickly stepped forward to ask.

The Captain of the Guards heard him and answered casually.

"Oh, it's Butler Poke. I'm going to Kura City with the Young Master."

Because Nem couldn't go to Kura City yesterday, he was preparing to set off again early this morning.

However, because he was attacked yesterday while taking a shortcut alone.

Barto arranged for the Captain of the Guards and two Intermediate Knight Attendants as escorts to accompany him.

Poke was thoughtful, accompanying the Captain of the Guards to find Nem, while chatting idly.

When they arrived at the entrance, they saw Nem standing outside the door.

Beside him was a short, shifty-looking middle-aged man, who was precisely the coachman.

"Hmm?"

Poke remained calm, first stepping forward to greet Nem.

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

Poke took two steps back and stood beside the coachman.

The coachman also quickly nodded and bowed, smiling apologetically as he said.

"Hello, Mister Poke, are you also going out with us?"

As the foremost employee of the Barto Family, the coachman naturally dared not disrespect Poke.

At this moment, Poke narrowed his eyes, staring at the coachman.

The coachman felt somewhat bewildered, and just as he was starting to feel uncomfortable from the stare and wanted to ask a question.

He saw a sudden smile appear on Poke's face, and he responded to him in a very amiable manner.

The coachman was taken aback, then felt somewhat flattered.

One must know that ordinarily, Poke, although not exactly bullying, was very aloof towards servants like them.

When would he ever actively speak to him like this, and even with such enthusiasm in his attitude?

So, the coachman also quickly echoed his sentiments.

After a period of small talk, a few minutes later, the other two attendants also walked out leading horses.

"Poke, tell Father, I definitely won't mess up this time!"

Nem boarded the carriage and said to Poke.

The other three guards also rode their respective horses, one leading the way in front, and two following behind the carriage.

The procession gradually moved away, while Poke stood at the gate, lost in thought for a long time.

"Unless they are actors, otherwise..."

Poke shook his head slightly; he had just pretended to be casual and probed around.

The result was that neither the Captain of the Guards nor the coachman showed any flaws, completely unaware of his affair with Grace.

"Could it be that the problem truly lies with Grace's side?"

Poke's expression was somewhat grim, his gaze shifting repeatedly.

Then, he suddenly took a step and walked towards Grace's room.

Ever since Barto had grown old, due to certain personal reasons.

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

When Poke arrived at Grace's door, after having a maid announce him, he entered the room.

"Poke?"

At this moment, Grace was walking downstairs, looking at Poke with some surprise.

She was about thirty-five or thirty-six years old, dressed in expensive and vibrant clothing.

Her swaying body as she descended the stairs exuded a seductive and wanton feeling, causing Poke's throat to involuntarily move.

"This slut!"

Poke cursed in his heart, but on his face, he feigned respect.

"At this time, why have you come?"

Grace approached Poke and asked with some surprise.

The maid nearby heard this and only thought that Madam was asking if Butler Poke had come for something.

But only Poke understood that Grace was reminding him that it was daytime, and not the time he should be coming.

Poke's mouth twitched, but his expression remained unchanged, and he bowed slightly, saying.

"Madam, Master sent me to inquire about the Young Master's studies."

Grace raised an eyebrow upon hearing this.

One must know that Lola was naturally foolish and always performed poorly in her studies.

Even at six or seven years old, she didn't know how many fingers were on one hand.

Therefore, Barto had long been disappointed in Lola and had always been cultivating his eldest son, Nem.

But now, why was that old man suddenly concerned about Lola's grades again?

Just as Grace was puzzled, the corner of her eye caught Poke winking at her.

Thus, she suddenly understood and said to him.

"Alright, then come upstairs with me."

"Oh, and don't you all just stand around, go clean up."

"If I need you, I'll call you. Don't be lazy, understand?"

The maids quickly bowed and agreed, then left the room.

Grace winked at Poke, then led him upstairs to the bedroom.

After Poke entered, he immediately locked the door from the inside.

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

He saw Grace had already pounced on him, hugging him and starting to kiss him.

"Oh, Poke, you rascal, it's only daytime, are you already so impatient? Alright, then I'll satisfy you!"