Chapter 66 Kill Kill Kill!!!

The time rewound to ten minutes earlier.

Staring at the nobles in the banquet hall, each with extraordinary poise and splendid clothing, Sherlock held a champagne flute, a smile on his face.

From time to time, familiar guests would pass by, greeting him with a smile.

After all, having spent nearly twenty years in Orn City, everyone had come to regard him as the spokesperson for the Bartleion family.

Although the family was currently in decline, a starving camel was still bigger than a horse, and they were still much stronger than many of those present.

Moreover, they had heard that this astonishingly capable butler had seemingly established a connection with the Bartleion family's enemy, the Mosgla family.

Although they despised such an act of betrayal, in their hands, Sherlock did control many private assets.

There were often dealings of mutual benefits.

As time went on, many had truly forgotten his status as a butler.

After all, not everyone could be as wealthy as he was.