Ever since Brewer had abandoned all shame, life had been exceptionally comfortable.
He no longer needed to scheme every day. All he had to do was follow behind Arthur and Malinda.
And in less than two days, Brewer had completed his transformation from "fattened pig" to "loyal hound."
At first, Brewer had wanted to call himself a "hunting hound."
But a life where he did nothing, lounged around every day, and still collected a hefty dividend at the end of each month was simply too comfortable.
So Brewer willingly accepted a demotion, going from "hunting hound" to "loyal hound."
It was a downgrade in how he operated.
But an upgrade in his heart.
Once he had settled into his proper place, Brewer's life had become...
Even more comfortable!
His already large, fat body had grown even fatter.
There was no helping it. Once he no longer had to live in fear, Brewer not only slept soundly, but his appetite also improved. Especially those afternoons spent in the cigar room, pouring himself a glass of fragrant mead and puffing away-they made him happier by the day.
So, when he learned that the Big Boss's Eastern had been launched and left port, Brewer sprang into action.
He not only tried to buy a ticket himself, but encouraged everyone around him to buy one too.
Unfortunately, Brewer and those around him had "mediocre luck" and failed to secure a single ticket.
But could that possibly stop Brewer?
He immediately had gold coins, food, and daily necessities packed into three crates and carried aboard the Eastern.
With his title of "loyal hound" and Malinda's permission, Brewer charged straight aboard the Eastern to fawn over Arthur.
As for the person he had encountered on the way?
He didn't know him.
Perhaps they had met once.