"Master," the old servant switched topics, bowing his head, "Captain Bod wishes to see you."
Immersed in his memories, Alpad returned to reality, giving the old servant a cold glance.
The old servant hurriedly explained, "I've already told Captain Bod that you are not receiving guests. But he insisted on seeing you, and he brought something—something of yours."
With that, the old servant took an object out of his bosom and presented it with utmost respect.
It was a square liquor flask, a very exquisite one. Unfortunately, it was no longer usable because a lead bullet was embedded in it.
...
An old servant with gray hair sat by the door of the reception room, his eyes staring at the ground, wooden-like.
Besides the old servant, there was only Winters in the spacious reception room, along with a row of armchairs along the wall.
