"Sir, it is now 10:47."
Isidore gently closed the watch cover and calmly said while standing aside.
He merely answered the time as requested by Master Evans, without any unnecessary talk.
Evans slowly nodded upon hearing this.
Today, his complexion seemed much better than it did last night.
During most of the day, he was still able to control his own body.
The decorations at the entrance of the estate were complete.
The attendants were all dressed in formal wear, neatly lined up on either side of the welcome carpet.
They were ready to welcome guests.
Thus, Evans, accompanied by his confidant, the butler Isidore, headed towards the estate.
Once inside the mansion, Evans sat directly on a chair.
A bowl of pale green medicine still sat on a nearby table.
The medicine had long gone cold, having evidently been there for some time.
Evans reached into the pocket of his suit and took out a small bottle of white powder.
He handed it to his confidant, the butler Isidore.
