Young master. I heard about everything from deputy butler Hans. This Ron will do whatever I can with my lacking abilities to make sure you can shine at the capital.

Cales shoulders were starting to shake as he walked out of the Counts estate. He was thinking about the conversation he had with Ron as soon as he woke up this morning.

This is going to be your first time outside the Henituse territory, right? I am very good at hunting rabbits. I will hunt some rabbits for you when we are camping outside.

Rons calm and benign voice echoed in Cales ears. He felt as if he could still hear Rons voice echoing like a hallucination throughout the fog outside.

Cale was scared of the fact that Ron was explaining to him about how to hunt a rabbit first thing in the morning.

You need to be careful when handling a small animal like a rabbit that gets scared easily. Since you dont know when or how it will run, you need to pay attention to the surroundings and kill it in an instant. Ah, you also need to remove the innards after catching it. I am also very good at that.

Cale had to turn away as Ron mimicked cutting open a rabbit with his hands. Ron was excited. However, the only thought Cale was having right now was that Ron was toying with him. Cale was just happy that Ron was heading to the capital with him.

I can tack on Beacrox as my personal chef.

Ron. Beacrox. Cale had already told Hans this morning, so that he could bring the father and son duo with him. Of course, Ron was there as well.

Hans, I want to take Beacrox as my personal chef for this trip.

May I ask, why Beacrox? He is extremely busy running Kitchen #2.

I dont know. But I cant eat anything other than Beacroxs cooking. I will be taking him, so you figure out the rest.

Hans became anxious, but Ron seemed to be happy to be going with his son.

Young master, my son will be very happy. We had a need to go to the capital anyways. I will deliver your exact words to him.

Cale relaxed after hearing Rons words. He was worried that they would say no, but Beacrox should enjoy leaving the Henituse territory and traveling to the capital as well.

Cale walked through the foggy Western City as he thought about the people he would take with him to the capital. The story was progressing a little differently than the novel, but it wasnt like he could give up on gaining some benefits for himself.

Young master, you are here early today.

The baker seemed to be pretty relaxed around Cale after seeing him a couple of times. Cale just stoically asked the baker.

The bread?

The baker smiled as he handed Cale a bag full of bread.

Of course, I have it all ready. But is today really the last day?

Why? Greedy for more money?

Yes, I definitely am.

Cale started to smile. He liked honest answers like this. Cale patted the shoulder of the baker, who seemed to be a bit more relaxed around him, and headed for the slums.

Ill come back when I want to eat it again.

The baker longingly watched as Cale disappeared into the fog and then started to pray. He was praying for Cale to come back and spend a ton of money.

Cale naturally did not know about the bakers prayer as he walked over to the slums. He then saw the siblings waiting for him.

Do these kids not have a home?

Cale had come much earlier than usual. However, the siblings were curled up together and waiting for him, as if they had been waiting at the top of the hill all night. The younger brother seemed to be leaning into his older sisters embrace.

The siblings were quietly looking up at Cale. Their hair and clothes seemed damp, probably because they stayed here through the foggy morning.

Of course, Cale pretended not to notice.

Here, take it.

The young boy took both of their shares from Cale. Cale waited until the boy picked it up before turning around and heading for the man-eating tree.

Im glad it is foggy.

The fog made it difficult to see. Since this hill was the highest point in Western City, other than the Counts estate, the fog was even thicker up here. Nobody else would be able to see what Cale is doing, or more importantly, what Cale receives from the tree.

More, give me more. Please.