Moreover, just with a sudden change in the way Godfrey spoke, he could relax.
Godfrey glanced at Danke, his words plain: "Fine salt?"
Hearing those two words come out of Godfrey's mouth, Danke's eyes widened instantly.
He hurriedly said, "Sir... how did you know?"
Whether before coming to Morgan Town or after arriving, as a knight's follower, he had always been with Godfrey.
It was only recently, during a brief investigation of that convoy of wagons, that they were separated.
But.
Even though he hadn't started reporting, how did Godfrey already know?
Seeing Danke's surprised expression, Godfrey glared at him.
"As a knight's follower, your horsemanship, swimming, swordsmanship, hunting, poetry reading, and even archery are all very skilled."
"Only in chess have you not been able to get the basics... do you know why?"
Danke was taken aback, inquiring, "Why?"
Godfrey said disappointedly, "Chess is a game that requires strategy and intelligence."
