" All Right, I've got it. You can go home now, and I'll be there on time to meet your master." Allen waved his hand impatiently.
He didn't like Brander and even had a bad impression of this servant.
The servant left the room and closed the door respectfully.
The dispute between the masters was a matter of nobility. What did it have to do with him, a servant?
No matter how fiercely Allen and Brander fought, anyone from the two sides could crush him to death.
As a servant, he could only survive in such a game with caution.
In other words, he didn't want to offend anyone.
Looking at the soldier's back completely disappearing in his sight, Allen picked up a whistle. It was given to him by Anna, but he never took it out since that thing was over.
Allen puffed it out.