"Here, father wants to talk to you."
Abel Edevane had approached Joe Edevane the next day, knocking on the door of the mansion. The butler had freaked out when he saw the commander again – he was not in his army attire this time. Donning a simple white shirt and navy blue pants, this man with his thick eyebrows and jet black eyes and hair with pale skin from north, looked like a devil incarnate.
He had only brought two soldiers with him this time. Joe had still been sleeping, it was seven in the morning. It had taken quite some time for the servants and maids to arrange everything back in the mansions and make it habitable again. They all went to be quite late.
