222 The Silencer

Sunders and Rein disappeared around the end of the hallway.

Angor wondered what was the matter.

He did not feel any mana ripple or strong emotions from the old man called Rein. It seemed to be an old gentleman with strict self-discipline. However, considering how everyone in the manor including Sunders paid him great respect, the old man had to be someone really special.

"Would you like to have a meal, Mister Padt?" Goode sent the other servants away and walked to Angor.

"Butler… Goode. Huh?"

When Goode talked to him, Angor thought that the silencing spell was removed. However, he just realized he could only talk in a really small voice. He sounded quieter than a meowing kitten.

Angor tried to clear his throat in a loud way, but his voice sounded even weaker.

What the heck?

Angor widened his eyes in disbelief. Unlike before, he could talk now. However, his voice was miserable.