It was the chef, Beacrox. Just like his father, he had a bandage around his neck, and he was watching Cale from behind a corner. He just watched Cale buy the bag of bread and some medicinal herbs before heading back to the slums.

��Did he go crazy?�

Cale seemed like he had gone crazy since yesterday.

Beacrox had never cared about Cale, even when his father had said that Cale was an interesting kid, but, the more he saw, the more he started to agree. It felt like it would be just as fun to watch Cale as it was to watch the black-haired punk. Beacrox�s eyes started to sparkle.

Billos, the owner of the tea shop with the highest view, took a sip of his tea as he received his subordinate�s report.

�Young master Cale is going in and out of the slums?�

�Yes, Billos-nim.�

�I see.�

�We also received communication from the capital.�

�Is that so?�

Billos�s round eyes, that were hard to see because of his fat, opened widely. The subordinate flinched for a moment before continuing his report.

�Yes. It mentioned that the crown will soon gather people. That is why they wish for Billos-nim to return and get to work.�

Clank.

Billos put the teacup on the table as he motioned with his chin.

�You can head out now.�

The subordinate quickly moved into the shadows and disappeared. Billos stared at the spot his subordinate had stood in as one corner of his lips twisted upward.

�Do they think I will be their dog and watch the house again?�

His gaze headed out of the window. It felt like his gaze could reach the faraway capital.

�This, this isn�t bread. Isn�t bread.�

�And?�

Seeing the young girl who was mumbling, �isn�t bread,� over and over as she held the medicinal herbs in her hand, Cale just snorted as he headed back to the man-eating tree. However, the young boy got in his way.

�You cannot die.�

It was the young boy saying he cannot die now. Cale did not even frown as he just walked past the young boy.

Cale, no, Kim Rok Soo. JrNovels.com