Kapitel 447: Master Rori

"The boss is waiting for you." said the guide, pulling the butler's attention from the wall.

Soon, another figure emerged in the butler's sight. He looked old—older than the butler.

The man's face was weathered, like a person who was tired of life. His grey hair was unkempt and fluttered by the biting wind.

Despite appearing like an old man at the end of life, his eyes fill with vitality and flaming with fire. His piercing gaze seemed to cut through the icy mist and stare at the butler's soul.

At that moment, the man spoke, "You're late. I'm tired of waiting."

His voice carried an imposing aura that made the butler's hair stand on end.

The guide shot a brief glance at the butler before replying, "Don't blame me. This butler slows things down."

The man's gaze shifted to the butler, and in that moment, the air grew heavy with tension. A chill ran down the butler's spine.