Qiao nodded happily. "Yes, Lord!"
Bommer's conduct was fine. He'd worked for Sir Sour Apple before, so his background was clean enough. As long as his brewing skills were up to par, he was a very suitable candidate.
'High-proof spirits, medical-grade alcohol.' Leech leaned against a tree, a book open in his lap. A gust of wind blew past, FLUTTERING the pages.
The air was fresh, the temperature pleasant, and with no mosquitoes to bite him, Leech slowly drifted off to sleep.
Two maids walked out of the castle, one carrying a wooden bucket while the other held a basin of dirty water. They saw the Lord sleeping under the tree.
They both slowed their steps.
Then, as if struck by the same thought, they glanced at each other and smiled before quickening their pace and departing cheerfully.
'Seeing the Lord's handsome face every day really brightens one's mood.'
Leech let out a yawn. He'd slept very comfortably.
「It was nearly dusk.」
