Chapter 179

Chapter 179

May your journey back be safe and well.

Verdic didnt respond and threw his coat on the ground.

Lind, give me your jacket.

Yes.

When he extended his hand to Lind, who was one of his attendants, the aide handed over his upper garment to Verdic.

Compared to the clothing Verdic usually wore, it was of lower quality, but it was certainly better than the clothing Raymond had provided him.

Even though he was an aide, Lind himself was a lawyer. What Raymond provided was suitable for servants in charge of menial tasks.

Above all, regardless of the quality, Verdic was repulsed by the mere idea of wearing what Raymond had provided.

I cant stand it at all. It feels like my body is going to rot.

M-Master Verdic! Baron Raymond Saytes is still

Raymond was seeing Verdic off, standing not far behind from them. Unlike Verdic, he had a smiling face.

To disregard my favor this much It hurts, Verdic Evans.

Hah. Thats not even funny.

While Raymond picked up the piece of clothing thats been thrown haphazardly onto the ground, Verdic didnt even look back.

Verdic couldnt tolerate the humiliation any longer. Back there, inside the mansion, Raymond had laughed at him and disrespected his request.

How dare that scoundrel do this to him. Everything that he didincluding the fact that the fiend gave him a servants uniformwas all to humiliate him.

Verdic made his way out of the mansion with furious haste.

M-Master!

The servants scurried after Verdic. He got on the carriage and said absolutely nothing for a long time.

Are we going straight to the Evans estate, sir?

No. Take a huge detour around the estate first. I need some time to think.

As Lind was the man who best understood Verdics temperament, he asked Vercic about this as soon as he got on the carriage, and he also expected the resulting answer.

Lind continued to walk on eggshells, more so after watching Verdic throw aside the upper garment he had just received.

After losing Isella, Verdic had gone half-insane for a while.

It was only natural for a parent to go mad when they had lost a child but the problem was that Verdic unhesitatingly resorted to violence against his subordinates whenever he felt frustrated.

Servants like Lind, who were always by his side, constantly bore bruises on their legs, and the butler suffered from illness. Verdic had wielded a whip on the old man, blaming him for not properly managing the household.

The people around Verdic hadnt had a proper nights sleep for several months.

Does he think we all have the same physical well-being as him?

At least the others were physically active, but it was the worst situation for someone like Lind, who considered using a pen as his primary work.

Verdic had particularly good physical condition, and he believed that people should keep up with him at least. He couldnt tolerate people taking a break, and neither could he stand people discussing anything other than Isellas whereabouts.

If the maids cleaned Isellas room, he slapped their faces. If they didnt clean it, he berated them for neglecting their duties.

He stared threateningly when they ate, making them eat hurriedly, and cursed at them if they made any noise due to hunger.

It was a constant cycle.

Even so, as the days passed, the time for Verdic to come to terms with it had finally come.

Bring the documents I let slide last time. It seems like Ive postponed work for too long.

Finally, it seems like our master has regained his senses!

As of late, anti-corruption laws have been strengthened.

Youll figure it out.

Master Evans!

Verdic simply waved a hand at Lind, irritated by the noise, then opened the window. He looked at his subordinates with a contemptuous gaze and commanded.

For now, stay in the village. Keep your heads down and dont kick up any commotions.

Verdic turned around and glared at the imposing mansion afar. His subordinates remained silent.

They didnt know what went on during the conversation between Verdic and Raymond, but they could tell that something wasnt right.

Whatever had happened, it didnt seem like it was good news for them either.

* * *

Carynne sighed as she watched Verdics group move further away. She wasnt pleased.

Is there any way to lighten up your expression? Ill be leaving tomorrow, and Id like to see you smile.

Do I look like Im in the mood to smile right now?

Isnt there something in life that can make you smile? Just having you by my side makes me want to smile Ouch.

Carynne elbowed Raymond.

Why did you do that?

What are you talking about?

She glared at him.

You should have just killed them all.

* * *

Verdic unpacked his luggage at an inn in a nearby village, not at his mansion. It was a dirty place meant for travelers to stay temporarily, but he couldnt stay at Raymonds mansion.

Master Evans, are you all right?

Yeah.

But it was quite squalid. Verdic caught sight of a rat scurrying into a corner and scowled menacingly.

As he approached a table, another attendant hurried over and spread his coat over a chair.

Verdic slumped into that chair.

Tell me your plans.

After Verdic said so, Lind cautiously glanced around him, then he sat across from Verdic and pushed up his glasses.

First of all, conducting an investigation without Lord Raymonds permission is difficult. Even the tax evasion incident from last time

Goddamn it, then replace the tax accountant we have now.

Mister Caiman has been working for a long time and is considered trustworthy.

Finding a trustworthy person among the tax evaders, what a joke. That guys just sitting around. Isnt it natural to replace incompetent workers?

Lind could almost hear the echoes of Mister Caimans sobs.

However, Lind valued his own job security more, so he no longer defended Mister Caiman.

I understand. First, conducting the investigation without the Barons approval will limit our movements.

Deal with it yourself. Remember that Im paying you for it. You probably dont want to be in Caimans shoes, yes?

No, sir.

Three days.

I will do my best.