"Commission me... to kill Nicholas von Manstein?"
In the dimly lit room, Mr. Butler sat on a sofa, caressing a black cat. The moonlight streaming in from behind him outlined his burly figure, producing a stark contrast of light and shadow that rendered his features indiscernible.
Opposite him stood a young, slim man, his hat clasped against his chest, standing ramrod straight. Although his head was slightly bowed and his tone respectful, his demeanor was haughty.
"Yes, can you do it? What's the price?"
"Why do you want to kill Nicholas von Manstein?"
"People say that Mr. Butler has always been a stickler for rules, so why start prying now when it comes to me?" the young man said languidly, "According to the rules, you shouldn't ask my reasons. Just tell me whether you can do it or not."
"Don't misunderstand..."