With all the commotion, I had failed to pick up that Sobu had learnt my identity, calling me by my name. Would it be a risk letting her know who I am? Surely she'd snitch to the Hero, but then if she had to, wouldn't she have already?
"Ae butler, what's your name?" Portland brought his hand near to spank me, out of habit but stopped when he remembered that I wasn't his every day hooker.
"It's Sir Culture." I smiled and poured the whiskey in three glasses.
[Heroine Sobu has sent a blue enchantment]
[Sobu: hehe. I know your name is Adam, mother told me ALL about you.]
"Will you not drink?" Portland asked Siliana.
"I don't drink…" Siliana mumbled.
[Siliana: I don't drink poison and traps, I lay them and feast on them, just like what I'll do to you once you have knocked yourself out.]
"But you can sit though? You have that fat ass, make use of it." Portland didn't like disobedience, he had a thing for authority.
