Someone was approaching the food warehouse. Abbertus knew about it because he had spread a thin barrier on top. If someone or something hit the barrier, he would know about it. But the one approaching where he was was not Cyril.
"Does he think I'm not serious?"
Abbertus laughed at that. Then he looked at the servants who were affected by their negative thoughts and came here. There was a maid who wanted to kill her child. There was a young man who wanted to use his first paycheck to have fun at the embroidery house. There were quite a few people who wanted the old things when their current master replaced the things in the residence.
"Help me greet the guests!" Abbertus waved his finger at the servants who had been influenced.
