Griss tentatively asked, "After I cooperate, do I still come back to report?"
"With your track record, do you think you could get back into that unit?" his female boss scolded irritably. "You're not even good enough for odd jobs!"
"That's not for certain," Griss responded, unfazed, "I am, after all, an expert on the White Ghost."
...
"I'm back."
Yang Ming stretched and pushed open the large gate of the manor villa.
The recently redone decor made the interior look more cozy, and in the corners were some green plants costing several thousand Emperor Star Coins, blooming with Lady Daly's favorite flowers.
The one thing that had not changed was the somewhat neglected manor.
Viscount Godoy felt that he couldn't appear too wealthy, so he had to resist the urge to repaint the outer walls.
Otherwise, it could raise suspicion, not to mention difficulty in explaining it to Lady Daly.
"Come and eat," Lady Daly called softly, taking Yang Ming's coat from him.
