Chapter Sixty Five
"Umm... This kid followed, Master."
Kaelen muttered the words while rubbing the back of his neck. His shoulders sagged slightly, exhaustion written plainly across his posture.
Judging by the way he avoided looking directly at Zein, he'd clearly spent some time trying and failing to stop the brat from tailing him, Garrow, and Eatassh.
I rested my cheek against my palm and looked at Zein while sitting on the wooden bench by myself with a bored smile on my face.
"Congratulations. You're officially richer than me. Give me a new castle."
Zein didn't even blink. His hand moved instinctively to the pouch at his belt, fingers curling around it protectively. "No way. This money is for Lily's birthday present. Keep your greedy eyes off it."
"Yeah, yeah. Spoken like a true miser," I retorted, though a small part of me respected the kid's spine.
It sure does take guts to be a miser after all.
