"What's going on?"
Ethan stepped forward and opened the door of the guest room. The moment his eyes landed on the figure inside, his expression softened in recognition.
"Christen…"
"Brother-in-law!" The man quickly stood up from the couch and gave a deep, respectful bow.
Christen was the son of Baron Fenwick, which made him Ethan's brother-in-law. He was a year or two younger than Ethan and carried a tired look on his face, as if he had rushed here without rest.
Ethan gestured for him to sit and waved his hand toward the servants. "Sit down. Bring some snacks and tea," he ordered calmly.
Christen sat, but his back remained stiff. He clasped his hands together, unable to hide his urgency.
"Brother-in-law," he said seriously, "we need your urgent help."
"Help?" Ethan paused, his brows knitting together. He searched his memory, trying to recall recent events.
Suddenly, Ray's voice echoed in his mind. Something about a dungeon breakout.
