Chapter 39 The Proud Old Billy

"Hey, Elder Locke, why are you in such a hurry to go home?" From far away, a loud voice was heard. The one who spoke was a small steward from the caravan. "Come here, drink with me today!" The small steward rode his horse over. Elder Locke recognized him. His name was Bruce. He was a small steward who followed a merchant caravan. He was different from the steward who was in charge of Baron's merchant caravan. There were many such small stewards in the merchant caravan, and they did all sorts of chores. Calling him a steward was to curry favor with him. This kind of small stewards did not have much real power, but if they did second-hand transactions, the stewards in the merchant caravan would not interfere too much. Because, since they could be a small steward in the caravan, everyone had one or two backers, either the cousin of the captain or the nephew of the merchant. The stewards only had to take care of their own business and rarely paid attention to anything else.