“Ah! Sir Eugene!” Gardye rushed forward with his fat belly fluttering. It seemed that he had gained more weight in only six days.

“Have you been well?”

“Of course, of course! Now, now, please come on in. Hey! Come quickly and serve these brave warriors!”

“Yes, master.”

The maids and slaves flocked to greet the troops. There were many more of them than before, and their attitude seemed to have gotten even more earnest in serving these troops. Gardye stole a few glances at the troops before speaking in a quiet, cautious voice. “It seems as though the number of troops has decreased.”

“Some were killed, and Sir Galfredik intentionally left behind others to guard the silver mine.”

“…..!”

Gardye clenched his fists with excitement but stopped himself from congratulating Eugene. Even though Eugene had successfully occupied the mine, it wouldn’t be appropriate to openly praise him when some of his troops had died.

Gardye quickly grasped the atmosphere and spoke politely. “Then, will you need some rest?”

“No, I will be fine. There are things that I wanted to ask you as well. Why don’t we have a chat?”

“Of course.”

Gardye sent away his subordinates before pouring a glass of alcohol for Eugene. He asked politely. “What was it that you wanted to ask me, sir? I will answer to the best of my abilities.”

“Thank you. I was wondering if you knew Sir Andre?”

“Of course. He is the nephew of Marquis Archivold’s mistress and a knight...