"What is the next house, Nobel?" Mr Saemus asked Alfred as they exited another candidate's house after investigation.
Alfred responded, "Nobell with a double L, sir."
"Yeah, whatever," Mr Saemus muttered.
"Nichole Rollin," he informed.
They walked towards the given address and halted in front of an enormous manor. The candidate was obviously wealthy enough to forgo joining the council for the sake of a bonus. But it was still unclear why he took the council examinations, putting his life at stake.
Alfred mumbled, "Appears to be wealthy." Witnessing the captivating Manor, his mouth was left open. He was curious as to how it might appear from the inside.
Mr Saemus, as usual, ignored him and approached the manor. Looking at a servant, he said in an authoritative tone, "Call your master."
