The old butler raised his hand and said.
"Alright."
Liu Zheng walked through the door with composure.
The room was empty, with only a large table and a fireplace behind it, aside from bookshelves lining the walls.
The owner of this study and indeed the entire mansion sat cross-legged on a high-backed chair behind the table, quietly watching him.
"Hello, Mr. Alekseyevich."
Liu Zheng approached him and gave a slight nod in greeting.
"Hello, delivery man."
Alekseyevich responded blandly.
Contrary to what he imagined, the master that the old butler spoke of turned out to be a frail, beautiful youth.
He had long, curly, brown-black hair that wrapped around him like a cloak, so much so that he was sitting on his own hair.
Inside the study, it was even colder than at the entrance, forcing Liu Zheng to maintain his four-armed Asura mode to prevent himself from freezing, but Alekseyevich wore only a linen shirt and thin wool shorts, not even wearing socks.
