Chapter 3: The Widow in the Mansion, Part 3

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Yu Deng furrowed his brows, the strands of hair falling over his forehead, revealing a pale and handsome profile.

“Should I have him cleared out, Madam?” The butler asked again, hands hanging at his sides.

Yu Deng dared not look at the butler, his fingertips whitening, palms drenched in cold sweat.

He was just a young widower; why ask him…

Yu Deng lifted his head slightly, his gaze passing over the butler to see his stepson folding his arms and leaning against the edge of the table after tossing the question his way, waiting for his response.

The other players were watching him too.

The man at the door’s fate was uncertain—there was only a slim chance of saving him. But if they kicked him out, it would mean certain death. Yu Deng understood this clearly.

Though he didn’t like that man much, they were all unfortunate souls trapped in this infinite world; it seemed unnecessary to ruthlessly eliminate a companion.

Perhaps… perhaps his so-called special status might actually prove useful?

“That man…” Yu Deng mustered courage, speaking hesitantly and softly to the butler, “Forget it, no need to clear him out. After all, he was an invited guest; maybe he was just momentarily overwhelmed by emotion.”

The butler stared at Yu Deng silently for a few seconds, his eyes flickering, but surprisingly he did not question it further. His white eyes gradually returned to normal, resuming his usual sharp and astute demeanor.

“Very well, I will have the servants tidy up the reception room.”

Yu Deng was startled. He hadn’t expected the words of a young widower to carry such weight.

The players suddenly relaxed, their eyes warming as they looked at Yu Deng.

Fantastic, they had encountered a friendly NPC within this difficult scenario!

The previously ready-to-attack barrage of messages was stunned.

“Damn, the butler actually obeyed and stopped?”

“That’s normal; previous runs of this scenario rarely had fatalities.”

“But this mansion is set on hard mode now! Could it be that the butler listens because these two players hold identities as members of the Cheng family?”

“Too unreal, a bit unreasonable, but from my years of watching streams, any privileged identity usually hides a trap. I’ll keep watching.”

In the living room, several servants entered in single file, cleaning the blood and grime from the floor and roughly stemming the bleeding of the wounded man.

Though the butler’s expression had returned to normal, it remained stern. He addressed the players, “Until we determine the cause of the master’s death, please stay. Rest assured, you may move freely within the mansion; the Cheng family will prepare guest rooms and three meals a day.”

One tall, slender veteran player caught the butler’s implied meaning and politely said, “You jest. We are here to attend the wedding. How could we harm Master Cheng?”

“Let us hope so.” The butler smiled enigmatically. “In any case, please stay for the funeral before leaving.”

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