Chen Lun didn't mind the cat Biebu's bristling fur and turned to leave the room.
The sound of clanging echoed down from above. He paused briefly, looked up at the ceiling, then shook his head and left, heading straight downstairs.
The attic had been cleared out for Maggie to use as a workshop. He had no idea what she was doing up there to make such a racket.
Golov was temporarily serving as the coachman and had plenty of free time when not out and about.
As for the other peripheral members of the Circus, they were disguised as servants, staying in the manor.
Including Chen Lun, Jack's manor now housed four Transcendents and these elite assassins, a force not to be underestimated.
"Good morning, Mr. Jack. Miss Floey has prepared breakfast. I've placed it on the table."
Connie hurried over when she saw Chen Lun coming downstairs.
"Good morning, Connie. You've worked hard."
Chen Lun greeted her and walked straight to the table to sit down.
