"The batch of goods you wanted before, there was a problem with it."
The butler was very careful, afraid of saying the wrong thing and angering the master again: "It even trended, saying something about a church, worshiping some invaders."
The old man, hunched over, tightened his grip on the hand he was holding after hearing this sentence.
The old man's breathing got heavier, coming through the gauze curtain.
"You go down first, close the door, don't let anyone in, I have something to do."
The butler quickly bent down and said, "Yes."
Then, he carefully asked, "What if the young master comes? Last time he seemed to be in your study, sir..."
"The study? What is he doing in my study!" The old man suddenly stood up straight, his sunken eyes staring at the butler, "Did he find out?"
The butler shook his head, "No, no! Before the young master even entered the door, I had already sent him away."
The old man fell silent for a moment when he heard this, then said, "Keep an eye on him recently
