Witnessing this, Walter Schmidt's heart sank. He knew Liam Yancey's character. Although he used to smoke, he never seemed as bound to cigarettes and alcohol as he was now.
Looking at the empty bottles on the floor and table, as Fierce Eagle suggested, was he really planning to drink himself to death?
"Master…" Walter took each step forward carefully, bending slightly, his body tense, "Master?..."
Seeing no reaction from the man, he raised his voice and called again.
Liam Yancey, sitting on the couch, furrowed his brows. Despite having drunk so much, he was still lucid. He suddenly opened his eyes and thought for a moment he had mistaken Walter Schmidt for someone else.
"Master..."
It wasn't until Walter called again that he straightened his body, "Owl Eagle!?"
"Master, it's me, long time no see." Walter, remembering what Fierce Eagle had mentioned earlier, felt the sting of unshed tears.
