A few days later, in the afternoon.
Chen Lun was resting in the shade of the pergola in the back garden.
He lay back in a white wooden rocking chair like an old man enjoying his twilight years, reading a book and observing the frolicking antics of a dairy cow and a white cat.
At that moment, a distortion appeared in the space beside him, and a shadowy-faced butler emerged. The butler walked straight over to Chen Lun and performed a chest-touching salute.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Jack."
The faceless butler said respectfully.
"I am here to convey a secret message from the Round Table Knights."
"Hmm?"
After closing the book, Chen Lun smiled and slowly sat up.
"Has the meeting concluded?"
"Yes, sir."
The faceless butler handed over a letter and a bank voucher from the tray.
"This is a letter personally written to you by the Knight Commander, and additionally, this is a reward of twenty thousand Gold Pounds."
"Thank you for your efforts."