The "Sir Davis," whose entire body itched with disgust, finally understood why the Baron had been so certain from the beginning that he was not Sir Davis.
At first, the Baron had not known that he could disguise himself and sculpt faces. He had simply deduced it from all the clues.
One issue was that caravans kept coming to Tervain Village. Tevalinburg should have given him a cut of the tax revenue, yet they had never gone to collect it.
As for the volume of trade on their side, it clearly included the tribute that should have been paid.
Yet they had not sent it over.
That was suspicious. Had Sir Davis gone mad and begun disregarding even the most basic rules?
Or had someone impersonated him?
That was only natural. Adam, an old servant, truly did not understand matters in this area.
Even William Adena and Elisa Adena, whom he had later come into contact with, were respectively a bastard son of the family and the Baron's second wife.
The elder brother had no access to such matters at all, while the younger sister was merely a decorative fixture who could not even tell whether the Baron was healthy or ill.
When it came to internal affairs, he truly had not had a single clear-headed subordinate.
Thinking back on what he had done just after transmigrating, Heh, one word: green!
He had been far too green.
Take the fact that Sir Davis was the son of a noble yet also a devout believer. By the time he learned of it, it had already been too late.
He had demonstrated in every possible way what it meant to be full of loopholes.
If not for the Cheat System being overwhelmingly powerful, he would have died long ago without even knowing