The atmosphere at the breakfast table this morning was a little off.
Gelan, who had finally managed to learn how to use chopsticks, picked up a fried egg from the plate in front of him, took a bite, and then cautiously glanced at the Lord.
Across the table, Quickblade, though a coarse man, was sharp when it came to sensing the mood.
He shot Gelan a questioning look, and Gelan returned it with a glance of his own.
'The Lord must be upset about something. His face is gaunt, and he has obvious dark circles under his eyes. He probably didn't get a good night's rest.'
"It could work!"
Leech said suddenly.
Gelan and Quickblade immediately sat up straight.
"Yeah, I refuse to believe you can withstand explosives!"
'I have the formula for Magic Gunpowder, and I have the right people. The materials are just a bit expensive, but what's a little initial investment for a mountain of gold and silver?'
Leech let out a long breath.
He picked up his cup and took a sip of warm milk.
