Chapter Forty-Five

"Sir, the inn has arrived."

"good."

He knew when someone was approaching. Now that he was looking for them, he was not afraid of ambushes along the way with them. He was so relieved that he actually slept more soundly. He actually spent most of the day taking a nap during the journey, and the scoundrel was lying on the ground like a puddle of mud. On the wall of the carriage, he has been forced to work hard together in the past few days.

When he ...