"Is it taken care of?"
His eyes glowing red, Alfred looked toward the Master Bedroom on the third floor of the distant Ancient Castle and answered very seriously:
"Young master, the light is out."
"I can see that myself."
"Yes, young master."
"I think that since our ancestor has gone over, there definitely won't be a problem. Our ancestor would never watch his descendants become someone else's food," Mike said. "Though we descendants have been very disappointing, our ancestor is still our ancestor. I reached that conclusion by putting myself in his position."
Mr. Bede said, "The aura our ancestor just displayed was terrifyingly powerful. If even he can't resolve this, then tonight is destined to be a catastrophe for Allen Manor."
Kallen glanced at Mr. Bede and asked:
"So, you can't help wanting to paint again?"
Mr. Bede smiled without speaking.
Setting aside the constraints of worldly ethics, witnessing one's own home being destroyed and painting it as one watched could indeed produce an excellent work of art.
Just then, a stream of mist flew over from the Ancient Castle, distorting the view wherever it passed.
"Our ancestor is here."
Mike got out of his wheelchair again and prostrated himself on the ground.
Mr. Bede likewise knelt and prostrated himself.
Then two streams of mist branched off from the main path, wrapped around Mike and Bede respectively, and hurled them into the distance;
Though the two of them treated their ancestor with the utmost respect, their ancestor loathed them so much that he did not even want to see them.
Immediately afterward, the mist on the main path stopped before Kallen. The moisture dissipated completely, revealing Earl Recar, with Puer sitting on his shoulder.
Kallen had still been somewhat uneasy, but when he saw that Puer had come along