Silas gave a brief hand signal.
"Clear everything. Transport the goods in order," he instructed calmly.
His men moved at once. Some began lifting the chests, while others rearranged the weighing area. There was no commotion—everything proceeded quickly and neatly, clearly well-rehearsed.
Silas then turned to Lucas and inclined his head slightly.
"Thank you for your trust today, Young Master."
Lucas gave a small nod. "Yes."
A brief reply. Nothing more.
Silas did not prolong it. As usual, with impeccable courtesy, he took his leave. He turned and began walking toward his wagon, intending to wait until all the goods were fully loaded.
Mid-stride, he spoke without turning around. "Lilia."
"Yes, sir?" the maid replied promptly.
"Is something bothering you?" Silas asked flatly.
Lilia hesitated for a fraction of a second, then answered politely, "Nothing, sir."
Silas paused. He glanced to the side—directly toward Liona.
