Falan's butler soon came to open the door for Hill. Hill's gaze froze on the puppet dressed in a butler's uniform... How could it possess such a powerful energy signature?
Even five Legendary Puppets combined did not have that much power.
Hill could not help scrutinizing the butler before him. It seemed he had overlooked something.
Because he did not want to pry into Falan's affairs, Hill had almost completely cut off the various magic arrays on this side. Even Liszt and Martha could only appear in the first-floor living room.
In any case, if Falan needed anything, he could have this butler pass along a message. Once the study door was opened, he could directly contact Liszt and Martha in the garden.
Liszt had mentioned that this butler's intelligence rivaled that of a Tower Spirit... But wasn't this simply a Tower Spirit?
How had Falan done it? A Tower Spirit could control many devices... but they all had to be connected through magic arrays. What material could create a body capable of housing a Tower Spirit with such immense computational power?
However, Falan, seated at his desk, interrupted Hill's thoughts. A hint of puzzlement appeared on his face as he slowly spoke. "What is it, Hill?
Have you already finished copying your books? Isn't that a little too fast?
If your handwriting is sloppy, I'll make you rewrite them!"
"No..." Hill truly had not expected this to be his grandfather's first reaction upon seeing him. He paused before answering, "It's just that another one of my territories may be going to war. Although there are quite a lot of Undead there, there are also many people from Toril.
At a time like this, I have to stand with them..."
Falan nodded in understanding. This was a lord's responsibility, and