Global Lords: I Have Information System Chapter 529 - 374: Final Arrangements, Attending the Banquet

"Sir, it is now 10:47."

Isidore gently closed the watch cover and calmly said while standing aside.

He rely answered the ti as requested by Master Evans, without any unnecessary talk.

Evans slowly nodded upon hearing this.

Today, his complexion seed much better than it did last night.

During most of the day, he was still able to control his own body.

The decorations at the entrance of the estate were complete.

The attendants were all dressed in formal wear, neatly lined up on either side of the welco carpet.

They were ready to welco guests.

Thus, Evans, accompanied by his confidant, the butler Isidore, headed towards the estate.

Once inside the mansion, Evans sat directly on a chair.

A bowl of pale green dicine still sat on a nearby table.

The dicine had long gone cold, having evidently been there for so ti.

Evans reached into the pocket of his suit and took out a small bottle of white powder.

He handed it to his confidant, the butler Isidore.

"Instruct the kitchen to prepare for serving separately."

"Use my cherished two sets of Bauhinia flower tableware."

"It’s uncertain how many people he will bring to the banquet."

"When the ti cos, place those few purple-edged plates at my spot."

"Their ordinary Bauhinia flower plates."

"Be sure to mix this Soul Calming Powder into the dishes before they are served."

Butler Isidore listened attentively, stooping slightly.

Once Evans had given all the instructions, he stood up straight.

From any angle, Isidore was impeccable as a butler.

He had been with Evans for nearly twenty years.

This was almost the sa amount of ti since Evans was possessed by the "Night Demon."

There were so secrets known only to the two of them.

After so many years together, Isidore knew almost all of Evans’ secrets.

Beyond the shiny façade of "Master Evans," he also knew Evans’ identity as the "Night Demon."

And Isidore was absolutely loyal to Evans, almost beyond criticism.

This loyalty had been tested over many years.

There were so age differences between the two.

Butler Isidore looked younger than Evans.

According to Master Mars, Evans should be in his forties.

Isidore was certainly not over thirty-five.

There was once a story between the two of them.

To Evans, he deeply trusted Isidore as well.

Not just in their roles as master and butler, but with the affection of an older brother towards a younger sibling.

Isidore put away the bottle of Soul Calming Powder and turned to head to the kitchen for preparation.

At that mont, Evans suddenly called out to him.

"Isidore, have you regretted following all these years?"

"With your talent, you could have easily entered the Mage Tower in the Lentax Giant City."

"Let alone that you comprehended the rare spatial magic talent."

Evans said sowhat ruefully, looking at Isidore with regret in his eyes.

Yet Isidore’s expression remained calm; he placed one hand over his chest and bowed.

"If it weren’t for you, sir, I would have died twenty years ago."

"As the last survivor of Piloya Village from the Night Demon attack."

"My life belongs to you."

Isidore said in a calm tone, without any emotional fluctuation.

As if he were recounting sothing taken for granted.

Evans listened to his words, seemingly lost in mories.

His facial expression showed a bit of struggle.

Several minutes later, he slowly raised his head to make eye contact with Isidore.

With a heavy shake of his head.

He extended his right hand, opened it, and gave it a shake.

"No, your life shouldn’t be this way."

"Five more years, stay with five more years."

"I don’t want to repent to myself."

"But I know I’m an evil person, a genuine demon."

"After those five years, the rest of your life will belong to you."

"As for , I’ve had enough of these twenty years, being consud by the night demon."

"I can only choose to succumb to lust..."

"To comply with its evil, and my own evil..."

"I have no freedom, yes I have no freedom of choice in lust..."

Evans spoke absent-mindedly, with his eyes unfocused.

Standing nearby, the butler Isidore let out a deep sigh.

He turned and took a few steps to stand in front of him.

Reaching out to straighten the slightly misaligned suit collar.

"It doesn’t matter, none of this matters."

"Your evil is insignificant compared to most nobles."

"The guests should be arriving soon, do not lose composure, sir."

"By the way, sir, according to reports from the black-robed scout we have stationed nearby."

"Since early this morning, the patrols of the Bang City Army around here have tripled."

"Patrol intervals are also more frequent."

"It’s possible Baron Bezos has made so arrangents."

Isidore spoke softly.

This was an obviously abnormal situation.

Evans nodded absent-mindedly.

Isidore also said no more. After tidying his clothes, he stood up again and went directly to the kitchen.

Seated on the chair, Evans slumped for a while before sitting up straight.

Due to emotional fluctuations, his eyes began to redden, and his pupils started to fade.

He had already prepared for this; before the transition was complete, he reached out and picked up the bowl of green dicinal soup.

He tilted his head back and drank the dicine in one go.

"Gulp..."

"Gulp."

The pale green liquid trickled down the corner of his mouth.