Sheffield, on the other hand, was still stuck at Vernon's place. Soon after the ointment was applied to his shoulder, Sheffield leaned over the table and fell asleep.

A night had passed.

When Sheffield fluttered his eyes open, he looked at the bright sky outside and suddenly sat up straight. He looked around and indeed he was in his master's guestroom.

Taken by curiosity, he looked under the quilt and felt relieved to see that he still had his pants on.

“Master, my dear master..." Sheffield cried, as he dashed out of the guestroom. He cried bitterly in his mind, ‘I'm so screwed. Evelyn must have been waiting for me the whole night.'

In the yard outside, Vernon was practicing Tai Chi, and the boy next to him was airing out the Chinese herbs. When Sheffield came out, the boy greeted him, "Sheffield, good morning!"

"Good morning!" Sheffield waved at the boy and then rushed to the old man in front of him.

“Master, you tricked me!"

Needless to say, Vernon must have made him smell some kind of medicine which took away his consciousness.

"Yes, I did!" Vernon didn't deny it.

Even though Sheffield was ticked off, he could do nothing about it!

“Okay. Master, I'm taking off. I really have something urgent to deal with."

“Leave? You haven't washed your face," Vernon said.

Rubbing his face, Sheffield suddenly realized the old man was right. He had to go back to the bathroom to hurriedly wash his face.

He didn't leave until after breakfast.

He felt guilty about spending so little time with Vernon, so he promised, "I know we didn't get much time together. I'll drop by as soon as I come back from France."

Vernon snorted and squinted at him.

"Well...you could let me tag along."

"I can't. I'm bringing my girlfriend along, and three's a crowd. I can go anywhere you want after I get back.”

“Sounds Like a plan. How about the South Pole?"

Sheffield was agape.

“Get real, Master. You can't swim, and even if you could, it's just too cold. I'd worry about someone your age going there. It's not good for you." ‘We'd freeze to death there, ' Sheffield thought.

Vernon stared at him.

“So are you going there with me or not?"

Looking at the old man, Sheffield suddenly felt bad for him.