At this moment.
The door outside was suddenly knocked on, "Young Master, Master and Madam want you to come downstairs for dinner."
"I'm not hungry."
The man had an extraordinary talent, perfectly mimicking Waldor Jones' voice, almost indistinguishable.
Moreover, they were very familiar with each other, making it almost impossible to detect any strangeness.
The current tone sounded like Waldor Jones being woken from a dream, still wanting to sleep, lazily...
"Okay, Young Master. However, you haven't left the room since morning, and Master and Madam are going to another place for recuperation for some time. Don't you plan to have a meal with them before they leave?" the servant outside the door suggested.
Though it was a good suggestion.
But the Young Master inside the room couldn't go, as the real Waldor had already gone to the border to lead troops in battle.
