Chapter 27 Getting Along In Peace

In a courtyard behind the city lord manor, there was no noise, but the sound of saliva. Locke was sitting at a stone table in the courtyard, enjoying the breakfast that his soldiers had just sent. It was very simple: just meat patties and porridge. It should have been brought from the kitchen of a tavern or a large family. Locke did not tell others the residence he had chosen, but the soldiers under him could still find it. This was the charm of power. There would always be people who wanted to flatter you.