Rumble, rumble.
The carriage wheels rolled over the gravel road. The heavy rain, which had begun at some point, made the coachman increasingly cautious. Without even stopping to put on his raincoat, he brightened the carriage lamp and kept the speed as controlled as he could.
The coachman knew perfectly well that his employer, sitting inside, was not a generous man.
Especially tonight, when he had clearly noticed something odd about his employer.
He seemed excited, yet apprehensive.
He had even nearly fallen while climbing into the carriage.
The coachman did not know what his employer intended to do. He was only a coachman; all he needed to do was deliver his employer to his destination.
As for anything else?
He could not meddle.
Nor did he dare.
"Hurry up! Go faster!"
The shout from inside the carriage forced the thoroughly reluctant coachman to pick up speed-he wanted desperately to explain that the rain was too heavy, but he did not dare.
Feeling the carriage accelerate again, Todd Gilly snorted.
Then he paid no further attention to the coachman who thought he knew better.
But he had already made up his mind.
After tonight, he would hire a different coachman.
He had no need for someone who took matters into his own hands.
Besides, after tonight, he would be Master Todd Gilly.
He would no longer be a mere merchant.
Nor would he have to rely on the Jorjok Swordsmanship Club to make a living.
He would live in greater wealth and freedom.
Because he had won the favor of someone important!
Even Todd Gilly himself had never expected Young Lissop's steward to approach him and commission him to carry out a task.
Without the slightest hesitation, Todd Gilly had agreed.
After all, this was the son of a lord!