The night had deepened, after the barbecue party ended, the knights headed to the town to rest.
Liszt and Li Vera each entered their rooms, and Old Butler Carter, instead of taking red wine, took a glass of apple juice and entered the study.
"My lord, you seem very sober and haven't drunk to excess."
"Thank you," he accepted the apple juice, took a light sip, and savored its fresh fruit flavor. The alcohol content in beer could only upset one's stomach, hardly enough to intoxicate.
Under the candlelight, Carter's complexion looked unnatural.
Liszt had noticed this during the day, "Mr. Carter, are you feeling unwell?"
"I am quite alright, my lord."
"You must speak up if there's anything wrong. Don't force yourself. Though the castle cannot do without a butler at the helm, your health is more important. Please take good care of yourself."
"Thank you," Old Carter was almost moved to tears.
