"Master Bourkee, Baron Crook has sent you a letter."

A man where a black coat over a white shirt bowed as he presented an envelope to a black-grey-haired man sitting on his chair with a leisurely look on his face.

The black-grey-haired man grabbed the envelope and chuckled disdainfully,

"Baron Crook, is he the old fart with that beautiful daughter?"

"Yes, that is correct, Master Bourkee." The butler nodded.

An evil smile appeared on Bourkee's face as he then clicked his tongue,

pᴀɴᴅᴀ ɴ(O)ᴠᴇʟ "Tsk Tsk, his daughter was a beauty indeed, it was a shame that the bitch decided to kill herself. I wanted to play a little longer that time."

Then, Bourkee sighed,

"Oh well, whatever happened happened. We can't do anything about it, can we?

But why is this old fart sending a letter to me?

Heh, did he have another daughter? Tsk Tsk"

Bourkee then opened the envelope and started reading the letter inside it,

"Earl Bastard Bourkee.

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