Valente, the butler, seems used to everything and shows no reaction. It's stone cold. His label may be a gentleman, but his true temperament cannot be called a "gentleman." Of course, Clark also understands the butler. It may be out of a certain kind of loyalty that they fully accept whatever their master does.
Beautiful Hela appeared very calm on the surface, but did not avoid or resist Earl Bluebeard's attitude, and could smile naturally, Clark knew that Count Bluebeard would be faster than the other party. I realized that I had delivered food to . Apparently the other person was faster. He cannot adapt to it and resists it in his heart...a cruel feudal aristocrat.
Poor Miller, his emotions seem to show on his face...
Dinner was good overall. Hera, the cook and maid, was a very good cook and brought Clark delicious dishes. However, the dining experience was greatly diminished by the presence of the castle's owner, Count Bluebeard.
After dinner, Earl Bluebeard asked Clark some questions and they talked for a while.
"Mr. Clark, where are you from and where do you want to go?"
"I'm from the South and I want to go North," Clark said in a similar response.
"Open for business?"
"yes."
"..."
Faced with several questions about Count Bluebeard's life experiences, Clark did his best to imitate and answer. He was nervous and his palms were sweating, secretly praying that the other person would finish the conversation quickly.
As if God had heard his prayers, Count Bluebeard did not speak to Clark for too long. He only briefly spoke a few words to Clark. Then he got up and said he was going back to his room to rest. He quietly suggested that Clark take an early break as well.
When Clark returned to his makeshift room, he sat down on his bed as if exhausted, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
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