The notebook closed and flew back into the wooden case. The cap returned to the fountain pen, which clipped itself to the cover.
"Phew..."
Alfred let out a long breath, crossed his arms, and bowed in worship to the notebook.
Today, he felt satisfied.
It was a sense of ease that spread outward from the depths of his soul. First came a wave of impact, then a cleansing, and finally, elevation.
At the same time, he knew things had become serious.
The Young Master's insight had come very suddenly, and both its level and its scope had far exceeded expectations.
So he had to hurry to the Young Master's side now.
As he walked out of the castle, Alfred saw a group of people leading a... no, a dog leading a group of people toward him.
Apart from Little Kangna, with her thick white hair, everyone else, dog included, was bald. The light reflected from their heads outshone the sunset.
Dali Wenluo gave Alfred a highly provocative look, but Alfred had eyes only for the dog.
Alfred and Kevin nodded to each other, and Alfred drove away.
He sensed a peculiar atmosphere among the Baldhead Party, but he was not surprised. According to the Young Master's plans, after Byrne died, it would be time to deal with Kevin's situation.
The secondhand black Pons sedan stopped outside the Church Administration Building. Alfred went inside and took the elevator. It stopped on the second-highest floor, where two clerics appeared at the doors.
"I'm sorry, but the Chief isn't receiving visitors right now."
Alfred was not angry. He merely smiled, stepped out of the elevator, and waited quietly, because this meant the Young Master was being "protected."
A while later, word seemed to come from upstairs, and the cleric who had stopped him