Chapter 62. Waiting for an Opportunity

"The mansion's bustling today. Something going on?"

The woodcutter, who'd come to sell his wares, looked around curiously. Romand's subordinate, in the middle of counting out the payment, glanced up at him.

"No. Just like any other day."

"Is that so? Haha…"

Liar. The woodcutter chuckled awkwardly, scratching his nose. Ever since the old Count had died, the number of servants had dwindled, leaving the mansion perpetually quiet. Even after the Advisor and his entourage had arrived, there had rarely been a night when all the lights were on.

But today was different.

"This one's a bit damp, isn't it?"

"It's just the morning dew. It'll dry up as soon as the sun's out."

"Three copper coins for the lot."

"Thank you."

The subordinate scribbled something down, acting like he was writing a receipt, then pulled three copper coins from his pouch. The woodcutter was about to bow and leave when…

"Hold on a moment."

"Yes?"