Invisible Security Guard-Chapter 2358 - 2377: Itch

The incident that enraged Cory Richmond to no end occurred because, by the dawn of the second day, the Plum Blossom still couldn’t be found.

Even Adan Richmond became anxious, unafraid of alerting the enemy, they began looking for it from one inn to the next throughout the city, and the city’s guards searched the streets for strangers in squads.

Yet, despite these efforts, nothing was found.

While all members of the Richmond Family were out searching, Nixon Richmond carried the breakfast he had personally prepared into the hall.

The night before, Yusuf Zuck had already met Nixon Richmond, who had previously mistreated the loyal servant, though Nixon had behaved very normally and docilely, even apologizing to Yusuf.

"Grandfather, Master Zhang, there’s no rush in finding the person, have some food first. Grandfather, don’t worry, as long as the Plum Blossom is still in the city, it won’t escape, it’s just a matter of finding it sooner or later," Nixon Richmond consoled Cory Richmond while placing various dishes on the table for Yusuf and Cory.

Yusuf expressed his thanks politely.

Old Master Richmond grabbed some food and began to eat without saying much to Nixon Richmond.

Nixon Richmond was unmarried but not a virgin, which was not really a secret. Nixon wasn’t chaste, often engaging in gatherings involving scandalous poetry with others, so it was not surprising that he had lost his virginity. Despite efforts, Adan Richmond couldn’t control him.

Nonetheless, Nixon’s behavior at home was impeccable, displaying a high emotional intelligence by knowing how to please others, as evidenced by the delicious breakfast and comforting words he provided.

Yusuf and Cory Richmond enjoyed the breakfast, and after they finished, Nixon Richmond cheerfully said, "Grandpa, I’d like to borrow Master Zhang for a while, would you agree?"

"Uh..." The reason Adan Richmond liked this grandson was due to his ability to bring joy, so upon hearing his request, Adan laughed heartily, "What do you mean by borrowing him? He’s his own person. If you need his help, just tell him. Why go through me for permission?"

"But that’s no good; he calls you uncle, so you have the final say, right, Master Zhang?" Nixon laughed.

"Yes, yes, I listen to Uncle Richmond," Yusuf inwardly praised this woman for her cleverness, seeming to have a request but directing it towards Cory Richmond instead of him.

In such a setting, and being in their house, Yusuf had no reason to refuse Nixon Richmond.

"I don’t care, talk to Yusuf about your matters. Borrow him – can you borrow a person?" Cory Richmond held back laughter.

"Master Zhang, do you have time?" Nixon asked with a charming smile.

"I have time. After enjoying your breakfast, as they say, ’one takes a hand, shortens the mouth’; just tell me what you need, Nixon." Yusuf jested.

"You have to come to my yard with me," Nixon blinked.

"Okay, since there’s no news anyway, I’ll accompany you. But you need to tell me what for, right?" Yusuf asked.

"You’ll know when you get there. Don’t tell grandpa and don’t let him overhear," Nixon grinned mischievously.

"Haha, a little secret," Cory Richmond laughed heartily, waving them off to let them go.

In his heart, he believed young people should interact more. If Nixon Richmond and Yusuf could get along, it wouldn’t be impossible for them to marry. But he feared Yusuf wouldn’t be interested in Nixon, given that Nixon wasn’t a complete body.

However, matters of love can’t be clearly defined, as some people don’t care about such things.

Yusuf and Nixon walked out of the front hall, chatting along the way as Nixon introduced the feng shui layout of the house. Each yard had its restrictions, except the servants’, because these young masters and misses had their own private spaces and secrets, and the restrictions couldn’t be breached by others.

"Can I call you Brother Zhang?" Nixon asked as they walked.

"Um... we seem to be of different generations. You should call me uncle," Yusuf joked.

"Come on, you’re no older than me, right? No way I’m calling you uncle," Nixon giggled, "I’ll just call you Brother Zhang, what can you do about it?"

"Alright, alright, call me that. But what’s this all about then?"

"Nothing much." By this time, Nixon had opened the courtyard door, revealing a maidservant inside, likely a close maid.

This type of maid usually followed the lady when she married, acting as a bed companion, meaning the lady was the wife and the maid could substitute her if she was unwell.

The maid should be a trusted confidant, at least of Nixon Richmond’s inner circle.

"If it’s nothing, why call me over?" Yusuf wondered.

"I just want to spend some time with Brother Zhang, can’t I? Alone," Nixon suddenly gazed at Yusuf with affectionate eyes.

"Ahem, really? If there’s nothing, I’ll head back to wait for news," Yusuf coughed lightly, not paying attention to the maid since it was normal for there to be one. After all, he wouldn’t just use Divine Consciousness or the Eye of Insight on everyone he met.

"No, I have something. Just joking earlier," Nixon lowered his voice.

"I thought so. Tell me, what’s the issue?" Yusuf casually sat down, admiring the courtyard as the maid served refreshments from a distance.

"It’s a bit embarrassing, but... but..." Nixon blushed, looking as if she might cry.

"There’s no one else here, speak up. If you need help, I won’t tell anyone," Yusuf assured, not thinking much of it since there was no real connection between him and Nixon.

"You must promise you won’t laugh or tell anyone," Nixon raised her head.

"Alright, alright, I promise. Now, what’s the matter?"

"Well... I heard you’re a master of healing, able to cure afflictions with ease, a rare genius of medicine?"

"More or less, what’s wrong? Are you afflicted?" Yusuf asked curiously.

"Yes." Nixon nodded, blushing again, clearly reluctant to say more.

"How can I treat you if you don’t tell me?" Yusuf said, both amused and exasperated.

"I’m itchy..." Nixon said, lowering her head.

"Itchy? Where?" Yusuf asked with a peculiar look.

"It’s... it’s... oh, I could die of shame," Nixon seemed to want to find a hole to hide in.

Yusuf felt a sudden suspicion, wondering about Nixon’s intentions.

"It’s itchy here, Brother Zhang, can you help me see what’s going on? It itches during the day but becomes unbearably itchy at night, hard to sleep..." Nixon placed her hand where it shouldn’t have been, indicating where it itched.

Yusuf felt a dull ache in his head, thinking, what kind of situation is this?