Roshan went inside the castle in a hurry. His face was stiff and filled with worry, that he didn't even hear a servant greeted him.
He had no time for these fools. He would soon be out of here and lived like a nobleman with the gold he had collected so far. He must pack quickly and left.
"Sir? Did you meet the firewood vendor? He came here to see you for payment but when I told him you went to the woods, he said he would go there and see you directly."
A servant bowed down his head slightly to show respect to the butler when he saw Roshan came out of his room with a big cloth bag on his shoulder.
Roshan winced his brows. He didn't meet any vendors in the woods, nor did he care.
"No. If you see him again, tell him to come back in two days. I need to visit my older brother in the countryside. He is very sick and his wife told me he might not make it until the end of this week," he replied to the servant.
