Seven hundred sixty-two, remuneration

Under a heavy night sky, a silver moonlight cast upon an ancient and tranquil castle.

The castle was surrounded by bright red roses, and its gray brick walls were densely covered with green vines. Two crows on the rooftop were ceaselessly cawing, and in the silent darkness, all of it exuded a mysterious, ominous, and terrifying aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

A man with dazzling red hair and golden eyes stood by the window, casually sipping red wine and enjoying the night scenery outside.

His features were exquisitely carved and his pale skin almost translucent. Light bangs on his full forehead gently fluttered with the wind, reminiscent of a prince who had stepped out of a comic book, elegant and noble.

A middle-aged man dressed in a tailcoat approached the man from behind and bowed respectfully, "Master! You have a phone call."

The man raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Who's looking for me?"

"It's Colonel Bailey," the tailcoat-clad middle-aged man answered.