Chapter 63 A Pour of Cold Water

"What am I supposed to do if I'm found out?" I asked, looking to Harry. "You just pretend to be my attendant." Harry brought me another ordinary looking dress with a wide hat on it, which could almost block my whole face when I put it on. I put on the clothes, walked out of the room, and Harry each searched one side of the room. As we were preparing to go up to the second floor, we heard the voices of two people having a conversation at the stairway. "He's so picky, he doesn't even eat the food delivered to his room if it tastes that bad, it's all wasted." It was a maid who was complaining. "As long as he's alive, it doesn't matter much whether he eats the food or not." It was a man's voice that sounded a bit sarcastic. "Well, Butler Picado, I will do as you say, please don't worry." The maid said to him with a smile. A distant footstep followed, and Harry and I sighed in relief until the sound was completely inaudible. "Ka