His voice was gentle, unhurried—one could say it was very much in keeping with the style of Reginald and the others from the Celestial Cult.
But to Mr. Wenlos, hearing it was like short-circuiting all over again.
Fortunately, he had the benefit of his previous experience. This time, it took less than half as long to regain his senses.
His first reaction was to turn and look toward his daughter's bedroom.
He saw that his wife and the doctor had already come out and were standing behind him. They had even closed the door behind them, which brought him some relief.
There was no room for wishful thinking. This was unquestionably a hostile visit.
There was a very good chance that their visitor already knew exactly who was in the house.
In such circumstances, the best approach was clearly to appear as calm as possible.
Even the doctor would be better off hiding—was he really not planning to hide?
Watching Fu Qian calmly walk over and sit down, showing no intention of leaving through the other door, Mr. Wenlos felt his reason take another blow.
But now was no time for that. He took a deep breath to steady himself, then quickly opened the door.
Besides the butler he had seen earlier, a tall, red-haired man stood outside.
He was considerably younger than Reginald, dressed in the same dark robe and gold-threaded mantle. His face was expressionless.
"Please come in, Sir Olyntel. I'm sorry I didn't come out to greet you."
Mr. Wenlos, now much calmer, forced a smile as he welcomed him.
Their visitor was clearly up to no good, so he didn't go overboard with his hospitality. That would only put him at a disadvantage in whatever came next.
"Not at all. I'm the one who came