"…" Raincart looked down. He had been sitting in the carriage without saying anything despite being known as talkative. There were three more people in this carriage with him, but none of them were his men.
Yes, these three were the people sent by the Greenwood Kingdom to figure out the new monarch.
Raincart had been thinking about the reply he'd received from Noel.
"Let's talk at my place, Grandfather."
This reply alone had shown Noel's willingness to bring them in, which made him feel guilty. What kind of grandfather takes advantage of his kids?
That was why he had been looking down the whole time. The other three didn't know what to say either.
All of them had been briefed about their mission and the situation. They knew Raincart's personality, so if they opened their mouths here, Raincart would probably crush them. Hence, the atmosphere inside the carriage had been tense.
"Patriarch. We've reached the Young Master's mansion."
