Meanwhile, at the Count's residence.
Morey was receiving an esteemed guest when the secretary got there, so he did not dare to disturb them. Instead, he waited downstairs in the side hall.
The blonde-haired man looked very pale. At first glance, he seemed very sickly. He glanced at Morey mildly and said in a mocking tone, "Do you think anything is going to change?"
Cold sweat broke out on Morey's back. He lowered his head and replied. "The Weapons Bureau might be willing to do us a favor."
"Us?" Rocco pursed his lips which were bereft of color. "I might die any moment. Why should they care about me?"
Morey raised his head and looked at Rocco. He asked worriedly. "How've you been…"
Rocco suddenly coughed. The intense coughing made his ashen face look red. However, he looked even weaker now. It felt as though he might die at any moment.
Complicated emotions swept through Morey's heart briefly.
