The man Ferron called Father seemed to be a copy of Cyril's butler. His body was still solid, although all his hair had turned silver. He led the slightly stooped man slowly down from the carriage Cyril had sent to the residence of the Ferron family, who lived in the merchant district of the capital.
The two men gave the new owner of the residence a perfect salute as they met at the front door.
"I understand you have questions about this residence?" Ferron's father asked Cyril, who was still with them.
Cyril looked at his butler and felt a little embarrassed. It seemed that the desire to know some information about this residence had been conveyed to his family. He had no problem with that. After all, he could do it right after the two of them finished their tour of the house.
"Yes, there are a few things I would like to ask you both!" Cyril did not mince his words. "Come to the tea room when you're done with the tour!"
