Ellie Miller put down her cutlery, "Dear, can you come out for a moment? Let's talk."
The Duke let out an almost imperceptible sigh of relief.
Ellie lifted her skirt as she walked out of the dining hall, and as the Duke passed Conrad, he lowered his voice and coldly said:
"Take the remaining 'stew' to the underground Dark Cell and feed it to the assassins we've caught these days."
The butler smiled faintly, "That's a good idea, sir."
Next to the South Wing Dining Hall was a moderately sized lounge room.
Artor Coldcrest followed slowly and casually closed the door, raising his hand just as he was about to turn on the Magic Lamp inside.
Just then, Ellie Miller asked, "Are you going to The Papal Court?"
Artor paused in his action of turning on the light.
In the dim moonlight streaming through the glass window, Ellie could only vaguely see the outline of the man's figure, unable to discern his expression at the moment.
