The Hobbit Housekeeper's expression turned somewhat strange.
And this time, in an unprecedented move, she did not immediately agree to Zhang Heng's request. She merely said, "I will deliver your invitation to Butler Conseil, but I cannot guarantee whether he will come to see you."
Before she had even finished speaking, she noticed a change in Zhang Heng's gaze. It moved away from her and focused on somewhere behind her.
There, Butler Conseil, dressed in a tailcoat, was slowly walking over from the other side of the lawn. The setting sun cast a golden glow over him, making him seem almost sacred.
He waved to the Hobbit Housekeeper. "Thank you, Belladonna. Leave this to me."
The Hobbit Housekeeper bowed and departed. Then Conseil looked up and smiled at Zhang Heng. "We meet again."
"Yes, it has been almost a year since we first met," Zhang Heng said.
"The Deduction Instance, based on Sherlock Holmes, one of my favorite novels," Conseil said. "Although I have always felt that fellow was not particularly suited to being a roommate, it seems you got along quite well with him."
"When you gave me that fountain pen during our first meeting, was it because you already knew what would happen to me afterward?" Zhang Heng asked, looking directly into Conseil's eyes.
"I'm not God," Conseil said. "I mean, I am a god, but not that omnipotent being. I cannot predict the future, though I can plant certain foreshadowing when a story first begins. As for whether that foreshadowing will prove useful, honestly, I do not know either. So do not think of me as being that powerful. I merely learned your identity earlier than others did. On the contrary, I am very curious about you. How exactly do you intend to deal with your current