My Notorious Gentleman's

#26

This place also had to be rigged with bells to communicate with the servants, Trevor thought.

He also had to think about the problem of the residence of the servants who now became the nest of starlings.

He had to smoke the place to drive the birds away, then lock them up before the autumn cold returns, although the summer weather this year is also not so warm.

"What do you think, My Lord?" ask the property agent.

"Tempted," I'm Trevor with a smile full of regret.

This house has a nice frame. The stone foundation was solid, and the woods lining the floor in the house were still quite strong regardless of the age of the house.

The roof of course needs to be replaced, especially those located in the west wing, which has mostly collapsed.

It looks like he will spend more money than he expected, but the location of Grange located on the top of this hill has a unique and beautiful view, and this place is only four and a half hours from London.

This place might be a wonderful place, Trevor thought, looking around, shaking his waist.

Trevor is not a spontaneous person, but now he is tempted to buy this place now rather than having to live his old habit, waiting a few days to reflect before deciding.

Here, far from the sight of the people who had always paid attention to him and the burden he had to bear for suddenly becoming a silly celebrity, everyone wanting him would eventually probably forget his existence.

An ideal paradise for a man who wants nothing more than to be left alone.

Perhaps in this peaceful place he could escape from his own figure formed by his duties during this time, for Trevor was not at all proud of some of the tasks that the Order had commanded him.

That was why their sudden fame became something that Trevor could not accept.

He feels exposed. All this time he has been very careful to keep the dark side of his life from the outside world. By Laura. From family. From society. From her father's friends at White's.

Only his brothers in the Order really knew his true self.

But here in this land of opposites, Trevor can be himself, without anyone to bother him. No one will get too close to him. And perhaps the wounds in his battered soul can begin to recover by themselves from all the terrible shadows that were in it during the war.

Finally, with enough room to breathe, Trevor may be able to think about what he will be now that he is no longer attached to his duties as a trained assassin and spy.

Rebuilding a long-overdue farm estate may take years, and is a serious commitment that takes time, money, and effort.