717 Trotting- Part 1

A few nights ago, when Samuel had spat blood out of his mouth, the very same night without anyone's notice, he had left the mansion to meet one of the men who worked with him and the demon named Greyson. 

"What are you doing here?" asked a man, who opened the door after Samuel had knocked on it. "You aren't supposed to be here," stated the man. 

"I have something urgent to discuss, Walter," said Samuel, stepping inside the dark house. 

"What is it?" asked Walter, who had sharp facial features. 

Samuel said, "I need you to find a physician whom I can use help from. I have been spitting traces of blood since the last two hours." He looked at Walter with a severe expression. 

"Why not use your family doctor for that? I am sure the King would be more than pleased to offer his help to you," said Walter as if it would be the most obvious thing to do. "There are plenty of doctors to help the Duke."