Summer Ford passively followed behind him the whole time, running, trying to discern what that smell was.
It's strange, somewhat like...
Gasoline!
Summer paused, her footsteps suddenly stopped.
Why would there be such a thing in the mansion?
Far down the corridor, a figure disguised as a servant appeared to walk casually amidst it.
Yet, when they reached a section with no one around, the tray in their hand suddenly tilted, and everything inside the bottles spilled out.
The design of this mansion is very complex, with many interconnecting corridors, intertwined with each other, and everyone is in the banquet hall, unaware of what's happening outside.
Summer stood motionless, lost in thought.
Snor Fairchild seemed to notice the unusual atmosphere around him too, loosened her hand, and stopped as well.
"Why is it like this?" Summer took a few steps back, continuing to smell the surroundings.
