"Sir, it's 10:47 now."

Isido gently closed the watch cover and stood aside and said calmly.

He only answered the question as requested by Evans and did not say any more gossip.

Evans nodded slowly after hearing this.

His face looks much more normal today than last night.

He was still in control of his body most of the time during the day.

The decoration of the entrance to the manor has been completed.

The subordinates were all dressed in formal attire and were neatly arranged on both sides of the welcome carpet.

Be ready to welcome him.

So Evans walked towards the manor with his confidant butler Isidore.

After entering the manor house, Evans sat directly on the chair.

There is still a bowl of light green medicinal soup on the table nearby.

This bowl of medicinal soup has cooled down. It has obviously been left here for a while.

Evans reached into the arms of his gown and took out a small bottle of white powder.

Give it to Isido, the confidant butler.

"Instruct the kitchen to prepare meals."

"Just use the two sets of redbud tableware that I treasure."

"We don't know yet how many people he will bring to the banquet."

"When the time comes, put the purple lace plates inside in my place."

"They just use regular redbud plates."

"These requiem powders must be mixed in before serving."

Butler Isido leaned aside and listened carefully.

After Evans gave all the instructions, he stood up straight.

From any perspective, Isido is impeccable as a housekeeper.

He has been following Evans for nearly two decades.

This time is almost the same as the time when Evans was possessed by the "Night Stalker".

Some of them are secrets that only the two of them know.

After so many years of getting along, Isidore knows almost all of Evans' secrets.

In addition to the glamorous identity of "Mr. Evans", he is also known as the "Night Devil".

And Isidore was also absolutely loyal to Evans, almost impeccably so.

His loyalty has been proven over time.

There seems to be some difference in age between the two.

The butler Isido looks younger than Evans.

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

And Isido's age is definitely no more than thirty-five years old.

It seems that the two people once had a story.

As for Evans, he also trusted Isido very much.

Not only is he the master and butler, he also has the feeling of an older brother looking at his younger brother.

Isido put away the bottle containing the requiem powder and turned to go to the kitchen to make preparations.

At this time, Evans suddenly called him.

"Isidore, do you regret following me all these years?"

"With your qualifications, you could easily enter the mage tower in the giant city of Lentax."

"Not to mention that what you have learned is a rare talent for space magic."

Evans said with some regret. He looked at Isidore with eyes full of regret.

But seeing Isido looking calm, he put one hand on his chest and bowed.

"If it weren't for you, my lord, I would have died twenty years ago."

"As the last survivor of the Night Stalker attack in Piroa Village."

"My life will be yours."

Isido said in a calm tone without any emotional fluctuations.

It seems as if he is telling something that is natural and logical.

Evans seemed to be lost in memories as he listened to his words.

The expression on his face was a bit struggling.

After a few minutes, he slowly raised his head and looked directly into Isidor's eyes.

He shook his head heavily.

He stretched out his right hand, opened his palm and shook it.

"No, your life shouldn't be like this."

"Five years, stay with me for another five years."

"I don't want to confess myself."

"But I know that I am a wicked person, I am an out-and-out devil."

"After five years, the rest of your life will be yours."

"As for me, I've had enough of these twenty years and enough of the Night Stalker."

"I can only choose to indulge in lust..."

"Comply with its evil, and also comply with your own evil..."

"I don't have freedom, yes I don't have the freedom to choose my lust..."

Evans said in a daze, he was a little distracted and his eyes were unfocused.

In place, the butler Isido sighed deeply.

He turned back a few steps and walked up to him.

He stretched out his hand to straighten the collar of his dress, which was a little out of shape.

"It's not important, none of this is important."

"Your evil is nothing compared to that of most nobles."

"The guests should be arriving soon. Sir, please don't lose your temper."

"By the way, sir, according to the report from our black-robed scouts who are ambushing in nearby neighborhoods."

"Since early this morning, there have been three times more Bangcheng troops patrolling the area than usual."

"Patrol intervals should also be more frequent."

"We can't rule out what Baron Bezos has planned."

Isido said softly.

This is an obviously unusual situation.

Evans nodded casually.

Isido didn't say anything more. After arranging his clothes, he stood up again and walked directly to the kitchen.

On the chair, Evans sat upright after being slumped for a while.

Due to the emotional fluctuations, his eyes began to turn red and the pupil shadow began to fade.

He had already been prepared for this, and before the transformation was completed, he reached out and picked up the bowl of green soup.

He raised his neck and drank the soup in one gulp.

"Gudong..."

"Gudong."

Light green concoction flowed from the corners of his mouth.

He put down the medicine bowl, and the blood-red color in his eyes was fading rapidly.

Whenever the devil's soul is restless, he needs to take a medicinal soup made from requiem grass.
To be continued...