"Priest, you really are very experienced."
Shard praised sincerely.
"Ha ha, as one gets older, one's physical and mental strength can't compare to you young people, but life experience accumulated over a long period is by no means in vain."
Shard nodded in understanding, stretched out his hand, and the fluttering Red Butterfly automatically landed on his fingertip, then melted into his skin.
The bell above the gate rang, and after waiting a few minutes, the old butler, holding a brightly polished oil lamp, walked through the mist-filled and modestly sized courtyard to the door. Once the self-proclaimed "John Watson" Shard explained his intentions and showed the card, the bald old butler in a black suit actually let the two men in.
"You see, Roder Cards can sometimes be really useful."
Following the old butler through the courtyard toward the manor, Shard whispered to Priest Augustus, who ignored him, staring instead at the back of the old butler ahead:
