Carl, on the contrary, did not suspect that Jasmine was lying.
He had heard Evelina recount that the person before him was a noble Countess with a temperament that surpassed ordinary people.
Although at present she looked a bit down on her luck and her clothes were simple - otherwise she would not be taking items from the castle out to sell in exchange for loose gold coins - Carl still believed her.
But Carl also believed that, no matter how down on their luck a noble might be, they still had their self-esteem and would disdain the act of deceiving a merchant who opened a small tavern like him.
The noble lords always had a rigid persistence regarding honor in certain aspects.
Naturally, for a person like Carl, he loved this persistence of the noble lords to death; at least he did not need to worry that the other party would cheat him out of his gold coins with fake goods.
