I look at Lucas. He's eating his food slowly, but his eyes are focused on the table. "Are you thinking?"
"I'm always thinking." He says with an annoyingly confident smile. "How else do you think I'm always ahead of the competition~?"
"Didn't you retire from your whole merchant thing?" Roland grunts, squinting at Lucas. "Once you got a better noble position?"
"Only from the traveling part, so I could stay home with my lovely fiancee and dear friends." Lucas sits back in his seat and gives a small huff. "And to keep up my end of Silas' deal."
I squint at him. "You mean avoid fulfilling it."
"Ah, I never promised to continue that position, so offering him a portion of nothing is still the deal."
"You're a fool. As usual." Roland shakes his head. "Crossing Silas is going to give you trouble, and I'll charge you three times the rate when I kill 'im for making an attempt on Diane.'
I arch a brow. "Are you implying I can't handle myself?"
