Wood sat alone in the corner of the tavern hall.
On the table in front of him, there was only a half-drunk glass of water and two or three simple, easy-to-eat dishes.
Not what you would call lavish.
Of course, it wasn't because he was short on cash and needed to economize on meals.
In fact, as the loyal guard of the Wakefield family for many years, he had practically watched the young master grow up, and both the lord and the lady had never been stingy with him financially.
The savings he accumulated over the years would be enough for him to live out his days in comfort, even if he were to frequent the upscale restaurants of Neum City daily, spending freely.
However, the hard years spent in the slums in his youth had long since instilled in him the habit of frugality.
Three meals a day, enough to fill his stomach.
He was already satisfied.
Beyond that, Wood's greatest wish was to stay by the young master's side, protecting him until he himself grew old.
