As he was leaving Cale noticed that the assassin was following him.
“Ron. I'm going out. Don't look for me. "
Don't look for me. That was Cale’s code for letting Ron know that he was leaving the estate that was located near the rear of the city to go drinking. Whenever he did this, Ron just smiled and told him to have a safe trip.
"Will you not go to the study today?"
He asked knowing that Cale spent a lot of time there. In the study he organized and prepared plans for the missions that the superior gods had entrusted to him.
Ron, I don’t think that is something you need to be curious about.”
“…I understand, young master. I will be waiting for you.”
Cale’s forehead started to show even more wrinkles after hearing that Ron will be waiting for him.
“Don’t wait for me.”
Cale flicked his finger to beckon one of the servants standing at the entrance of the residence over and walked out with him. Cale still seemed angry, so that servant did not say anything as he followed behind Cale.
Once he exited the residence, he could see the garden and the gate of the exit farther away. It was only then that Cale let out a sigh and peeked backwards. He could see Ron’s stiff expression through the closing door.
‘I’m glad I was able to shake him off.’
He was glad that Ron did not follow him. However, Cale was afraid of that stiff expression. He was an assassin after all. Cale decided that he will treat Ron better and not make him angry starting the next interaction as he exited the estate. Of course, he was on a carriage.
The young man knew of the butler's true identity thanks to the goD who had revealed it to him and told him to be careful not to be discovered by him but obviously Cale who now had his guard down didn't notice the old man following him.
He arrived at his destination a little bit later.
“Young master. Is this the right place?”
The driver cautiously asked as he opened the door. He then peeked toward the shop in front of him. The driver’s face was clearly filled with confusion.
“Yes. This is it.”
Cale, who was wearing clothes that would be fancy to others but was the simplest thing in his closet, walked out of the carriage. Nobody was around them, as they had moved away as soon as they saw the carriage with the count’s crest on it.
[The Fragrance of Tea with Poetry]
It was a tea shop that allowed you to read poems while drinking tea. This clean three story building looked to be pretty expensive. It was true that the owner of the shop was very wealthy. In fact, as the bastard son of a concubine of a large merchant guild, he was even wealthier than Cale. The only thing was that he was living here while hiding that identity.
‘If I recall correctly, the owner goes to the capital around volume 3 to meet Choi Han there. It is there that he claims that, he may be a bastard son of a concubine of the merchant guild, but that he will become the owner of the merchant guild.’
The man who shouts and swears to Choi Han that he will become the owner of the merchant guild. Cale only read the first five volumes, and thus did not know if the man ever ended up becoming the owner of that merchant guild, but since he was one of the main character’s partners, he probably will succeed.
Cale looked toward the driver who was sweating like a hog and gave an order.
“You can leave now.”
“Excuse me?”
“Are you going to make me say the same thing twice?”
“No, that, do I not need to wait for you, young master?”
Cale casually answered as he opened the door to the tea shop.
“Yeah. I’ll be here for a while.”
Gulp. He could hear the driver’s gulp behind him, but a much clearer and pleasurable noise filled Cale’s ears. Clang. A quiet but clear bell sound announced Cale’s entrance into the tea shop.
Cale stood at the entrance and looked around the tea shop. It was still early, and there were not many people there. Cale could see that all of them were shocked to see him there Thanks to the reputation it had built up over the past 3 years.
“Welcome.”
However, the owner of this shop warmly welcomed Cale in. Cale looked toward the baby pig-like man who welcomed him in from the counter.
‘He must be the owner.’
The wealthy bastard, Billos. His round face and full body definitely looked like a baby pig like the novel described. His charm was his extremely bright smile.
‘He looks like a piggy bank.’
Cale took out a gold coin and put it on the counter as he ordered.
“I plan on staying on the third floor all day today.”
Billos stared at Cale with a smile on his face. Cale pretended not to notice as he pointed to the bookshelf.
“Any tea that is not bitter. Do you have novels here too or just poems?”
Clang. The sound of someone putting their teacup down rang through the shop. Cale just thought of it as someone putting the teacup down hard and looked toward Billos. He prefered novels to poems.
“Of course. We have a lot of novels as well, young master Cale.”
“Really? Then send up the most interesting book and a cup of tea.”
“Yes. I understand.”
Cale’s gold coin fell onto Billos’s chubby hands. Cale turned away as Billos tried to give him change.
“I’ll drink more tea later so just keep it.”
“…But it is still too much, young master.”
A gold coin was worth 1 million gallon. Having that coin, that was worth 1 million Korean won, Cale did something that he had always wanted to try.
“I have a lot of money. Consider it as your tip.”
Talking about how rich you are. Who cares if Billos actually has more money than he does? He also knew about many fateful encounters that will earn him a lot of money. Cale tried to look cool as he pointed toward the tables on the first floor with his chin.
“Well, if it is too much, you can treat everyone here to a cup of tea on me.”
Golden Bell. He wanted to do something like this once. After he told his father that he needed allowance, he received three gold coins which were worth a total of 3 million gallon.
“Young master, still…”
“Ah, enough. Just bring my tea.”
It really was good to be the trash. Cale did not care about being respectful as he headed up to the third floor. He could hear whispers coming from behind him, but he did not need to care because there were already enough rumors about him, the trash of the Count’s family.
“Just like I thought.”
There was nobody else on the third floor right now because it was early in the morning. Cale took a seat in the innermost corner of the third floor. He then looked out the window.
‘This is the right spot.’
The spot where you could best see the Northern Gate of Western City. Cale planned to watch Choi Han from this location today.
Without getting noticed Ron was a pretty shadow of the room watching his puppy master behave really weird.
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The child of a god
FanfictionCale's mother died when he was 8 and a part of him had died with her. He was so destroyed that tears could not fall from his eyes on the day of the funeral People began to think that he was a monster for not crying at his mother's funeral and for th...
