Reno was still waiting.
As a steward, if he were to pass word estate for someone who casually wanted an audience with him, he'd be packing his bags on the following day.
He was waiting for the visitor to announce a surname or title that would strike a chord.
Being someone who was well versed in imperial nobility and familiar with the Farrell family's social circles, Reno was pretty sure that this individual was not within their network.
Despite the visitor's politeness and perfection that could set a standard for nobility etiquette, Reno could not identify him.
"Angus Gold!"
The young man across the table announced his surname, "You will inform him, won't you?"
"Ye....Yes."
The old steward was slightly taken aback, but he regained his composure almost immediately, "I should inform the master."
With these words, he turned around, stepped into the study, "Master... Mr. Dale Angus asks for an audience!"
"Let him in."
