Chapter: 153
�What�s going on?�
Cage rarely engaged with people other than people from the temple or her close friends. That was why it was really odd for Taylor to see Cage frowning and reaching out to Cale. She shook her head and responded with a very bitter expression.
�It�s odd.�
�What is?�
�Well, it�s like.�
Cage touched the back of her head.
�I have this bitter feeling that the God of Death is caressing the back of my head with a sympathetic expression.�
��What kind of feeling is that? Did you not sleep properly?�
�Maybe.�
Cage continued to feel that way every time she looked at Cale. The only time she felt this way in the past was when the temple had forced her to do a lot of manual labor in order to build a new temple. She had felt this same feeling when she plopped down from exhaustion and the God of Death was looking down at her with concern.
�There�s no way young master Cale will order us around like that damn temple.�
Cage decided Taylor was right about her not sleeping properly, and tried to shake the feeling away.
That was how Cale�s crew grew bigger and they continued toward the capital with no other issues.
Every time Cale got tired of sitting down and stepped out of the carriage, Taylor�s group continued to look toward him, but they did not have any conversations.
They continued to travel like that until they were at an inn about one day�s worth of travelling away from the capital.
�Young master Cale, you like alcohol, right?�
Taylor and Cage came to look for Cale.
�What can I do for you?�
Cale wanted to know why they came to visit him so late at night, but his expression was not that odd. Taylor smiled at Cale�s demeanor.
�Cale Henituse, the trash who cannot go a day without alcohol.�
When Taylor was still the potential successor to the Marquis, he had received all of the information about the nobles as well. Cale�s information was so unique that there was no way he could forget it.
�But I don�t think that is all.�
However, Cale was very different compared to the information.
He stayed in the carriage all day so that they would feel at peace, and had the generosity to give them the best treatment possible. His subordinates also trusted and followed him. JrNovels.com
Cage rarely engaged with people other than people from the temple or her close friends. That was why it was really odd for Taylor to see Cage frowning and reaching out to Cale. She shook her head and responded with a very bitter expression.
�It�s odd.�
�What is?�
�Well, it�s like.�
Cage touched the back of her head.
�I have this bitter feeling that the God of Death is caressing the back of my head with a sympathetic expression.�
��What kind of feeling is that? Did you not sleep properly?�
�Maybe.�
Cage continued to feel that way every time she looked at Cale. The only time she felt this way in the past was when the temple had forced her to do a lot of manual labor in order to build a new temple. She had felt this same feeling when she plopped down from exhaustion and the God of Death was looking down at her with concern.
�There�s no way young master Cale will order us around like that damn temple.�
Cage decided Taylor was right about her not sleeping properly, and tried to shake the feeling away.
That was how Cale�s crew grew bigger and they continued toward the capital with no other issues.
Every time Cale got tired of sitting down and stepped out of the carriage, Taylor�s group continued to look toward him, but they did not have any conversations.
They continued to travel like that until they were at an inn about one day�s worth of travelling away from the capital.
�Young master Cale, you like alcohol, right?�
Taylor and Cage came to look for Cale.
�What can I do for you?�
Cale wanted to know why they came to visit him so late at night, but his expression was not that odd. Taylor smiled at Cale�s demeanor.
�Cale Henituse, the trash who cannot go a day without alcohol.�
When Taylor was still the potential successor to the Marquis, he had received all of the information about the nobles as well. Cale�s information was so unique that there was no way he could forget it.
�But I don�t think that is all.�
However, Cale was very different compared to the information.
He stayed in the carriage all day so that they would feel at peace, and had the generosity to give them the best treatment possible. His subordinates also trusted and followed him. JrNovels.com
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