When the next day arrived, Durik made sure to complete his work with the utmost care. Looking through every single detail until everything was perfect. Not wanting to be scolded for the lack of his work like lady Fleurance had threatened him, he walked up to Senior Quinn's room at the time of noon.
Taking the blood tea along with him, he knocked on the door which was already open.
"Come in," Senior Quinn beckoned him to step inside the room. Durik walked inside, pushing the trolley which had the kettle of milk, a kettle of blood and a bowl of sugar cubes in them. He began pouring the blood and milk together, stirring and mixing them right to ask,
"Will Mr. Quinn have sugar in his blood tea?" asked the butler in a polite hospitable tone.
"No," came the curt answer. Senior Mr. Quinn raised his hand as if waiting for the butler to place the teacup in his hand.
