Hearing the voice echo, Frank looked up to see where it was coming from.
And before him was a sickly-looking man; half of his face looked like it had been burned by fire as it was all wizly and soft.
"Good evening, old Butler Daniel," everyone in the hall greeted the newcomer with a bow.
"Cough, cough," the old butler Daniel put his hands over his mouth, coughing horribly.
One would think that if he continued that way, he would spit out his lung from coughing.
Peri seemed relieved when she saw the old butler; even though she knew she could easily trample the family head with the help of Carlson and Frankenstein, she didn't want to blow things up .
And the old man was the only one with the capability to stop an eventual brawl from happening.
"Old butler," the family head replied coldly.
"Why won't you die, you old sickly man?" the family head thought in his mind.
