Gustavo Flint lashed his servant furiously.
It was this person's responsibility to send out the invitations, including Isabel's, yet he had failed to inform his master of Isabel's address.
Of course, this wasn't his fault, since many invitations had been sent out, and Gustavo Flint had never bothered to ask where these people lived.
The beating was purely because his master had been holding in a fit of anger.
Even though the servant knew he was being unjustly punished, he could only loudly admit his faults, hoping his master would forgive him.
Gustavo Flint didn't put away the whip until he himself was drenched in sweat from exhaustion.
"Prepare the carriage, then go treat your wounds," he commanded.
When dealing with that Lich, there was nothing to discuss.
He knew the old creature too well, even the Prince of Lies himself couldn't persuade him with words.
The moment the carriage stopped, Gustavo Flint climbed aboard impatiently.
