Trash

"Master, the dinner is ready." A balding man bowed before Li Qiang.

"Hmmm." He nodded in response and eyed the man's black tailored uniform. The world that he was in was like medieval Europe. From the clothing to the architecture and social structure. The only difference is this world have a magic system. Li Qiang shifted his gaze to his reflection. In front of him was a man wearing a gray suit. His hair was brushed up, changing his previously carefree demeanor into a more stern and appropriate as a man in his late twenties.

"Do you have something to tell me?" he asked the butler named Gregory. Apparently, the previous Li Qiang trusted this man with his life. He trusted this man with everything  he  even gave him the power to  decide in the mansion without informing Li Qiang. An unfathomable gleam flashed in his eyes.