Facing the butler's question, Count Bernaken couldn't help but rub his brow.
For the Old Earl, he could draw his sword and battle ten great beasts head-on, but he was utterly clueless about how to persuade an abnormal noble.
Especially when that abnormality had long been branded into the Bloodline, it was even more headache-inducing.
He really wanted to go home and play Gwent!
Why did he still have to go out and busy himself even though he was retired?
That guy had been gone for so long, why did he still have to show up?
Couldn't he just stay hidden and wait until after his Death to come out again?
After all, by then, he wouldn't have to worry anymore!
As a servant and apprentice to the Old Earl, who had been with him for nearly thirty years, Lynn could tell at a glance what his master was thinking.
Right away, the butler Lynn spoke up—
"My lord, you are a Demon Hunter!"
"Retired."
"My lord, you are the last Master Demon Hunter in South County!"
"Retired."
