Part One: The Simple Man
An action only counted as an action once it was carried out after the thought arose... Mr. Gustav soon arrived at Mr. Dillins's room.
But Mr. Dillins was facing a certain kind of trouble.
Two doormen were struggling to help Mr. Dillins put on a tailcoat... Mr. Dillins's build was enough to give most tailors in the world a headache.
This was the largest tailcoat the hotel could currently provide—the two doormen were pulling hard at Mr. Dillins's waist... like they were in a tug-of-war.
"Oh... damn it! I feel like I'm about to be squeezed in half! This damn thing! I hate it! Am I turning into a German sausage?"
Mr. Dillins cursed loudly while suffering through the process... When he saw Mr. Gustav enter, he hurriedly said, "Gustav, you came at the perfect time! Come help me get this disaster over with as soon as possible!"
Mr. Gustav had no choice but to step forward and help. After expending quite a bit of effort, he finally managed to get the tailcoat onto Mr. Dillins—with the buttons, of course, crying out in agony.
Mr. Gustav even worried that the buttons might burst open the very next moment.
"Damn it! Never again! I swear I'll never wear this thing again! I swear on my late grandmother's honor!" Mr. Dillins cursed breathlessly.
...Promises like that were usually not worth believing.
Mr. Gustav pretended he had heard nothing, then quietly gestured for the two doormen to wait outside the room... He then asked casually, "Mr. Dillins, are you planning to attend the banquet?"
"Of course! Why else would I be wearing this?" Mr. Dillins was probably still uncomfortable from the tight clothing, and his mood was clearly not very high.
Mr. Gustav gave an understanding look, then