He rolled up his pants, and there were traces of river water on his calves and wrists.
"The fish in autumn are indeed fat," Horn said with a grin.
Looking at the fat fish roasting over the fire, Jeanne gazed at Horn, "When did you learn to fish?"
"When I was little, I often went fishing with friends..."
"When?" Jeanne asked blankly, "You didn't even pay the Stream Forest Tax, so how would Barnett allow you to fish."
"Oh, I must have remembered wrong." Realizing his slip of the tongue, Horn quickly corrected, "I just met a villager asking if I'd paid the Stream Forest Tax, and I thought I'd be in trouble.
I intended to lie that I was a noble, but he saw the ring Harbin gave me and left without needing me to say a word."
Jeanne didn't reply; she watched the blazing firewood, and behind the smoke, Horn couldn't discern her expression.
Maybe she was too hungry; it's best to eat first.
