Carl stood in front of the carriage and informed the coachman his destination.
"To the west market."
"Yes sir."
The coachman politely opened the door for Carl who nonchalantly stepped inside. On the passenger's seat was a gently smiling Glenn who already took his seat beforehand. Carl momentarily watched him with a stoic expression and strenuously sat on the opposite side of Glenn.
"The allowance?" Carl asked as soon as the carriage started moving.
"Here, young master."
Glenn handed him a leather bag probably filled with silver and gold coins. Carl promptly opened the bag and meticulously started counting the number of coins. Glenn, from the opposite end, observed him with wonderment before he finally spoke out.
"Um.. young master."
Carl paused and looked up at Glenn who was also looking back at him in a confused manner.
"The amount of your allowance has always been the same."
"So? What is it you wanted to say, Glenn?" Glenn remained silent for a while.
Carl, after several moments of silence, returned back to conscientiously counting the number of coins. Glenn took a deep breath as he stared at Carl and finally spoke out what he meant to say since the beginning.
"Fifteen silver and ten gold coins. This is your daily allowance, which has always remained the same since your fifteenth birthday. So there is no need to meticulously count the amount like that, young master."
"Ah!"
Carl suddenly jerked his head up which confused Glenn even more.
"Did you think I was suspecting you of embezzling my allowance, Glenn?"
"Wha-"
"No worries about that. I know very well that even though you're the one and only person appointed for handling my money, you are a loyal and faithful person who would never think of things such as embezzlement."
Glenn was dumbfounded. Not to mention how he was completely misunderstood for pointing out a sudden change in Carl's behaviour; he wondered from where did his young master even thought of such inappropriate things as embezzling his allowance. No matter how Glenn thought of it, it was simply irrelevant.
"What I meant to say was, young master, your sudden need to count the number of your allowance which has always been the same and therefore does not need counting may seem to me like you did not even know the amount of your allowance in the first place."
'Ah! So that's the problem.'
Carl kept his thoughts to himself and blankly stared at Glenn. He got to admit, he really did not know that the allowance of Carl Silversword had always been the same since his fifteenth birthday. In addition, he unintentionally discovered one disadvantage about having a free pass to the original Carl's memories.
'If I don't think of it first, the information will not automatically pop up in my head, huh?'
It really was not a good thing since if he didn't think of everything that happened in the past life of Carl beforehand, he would end up in the same situation as he's currently in. And now he had to think of something believable in order to convince his sharp butler.
"Well, I was not just counting the money. I was carefully making sure the amount of money I will be using the moment I step out of this carriage will not exceed the limits."
"The limits?" Glenn asked.
"Yes. I need to save up some." Carl nonchalantly answered. He quickly took a glance at Glenn and was pleased to see that his butler actually trusted the excuse he gave him.
'Well it was not a complete lie. Of course he would believe it.'
Carl, who aimed to live a normal peaceful life, really did need to save up some of his allowance so that when the time comes, he would be able to leave the Silversword castle freely and without a single worry about having to live the rest of his life in poverty.
It was a really thoughtful plan according to Carl since it was almost a given that his younger brother Jay would be the next head of the Silversword household. And Carl really did not like the idea of him having to live with his younger brother for the rest of his life when he thought of how Jay saw him as a worthless and useless older brother.
Him having to continue living in the castle would only make him look like a fool and would easily become a target for slander and humiliation. Carl was almost hundred percent sure it would be preferable for him to take on his younger brother's good side for the moment and leave the castle as soon as Jay becomes the next head.
'Maybe I should start thinking of a profitable way to earn money and built a house or a villa somewhere far from here.'
Carl made up his mind of what he was going to do after he finishes his plan of getting rid of a certain mole in the castle. He felt it would be nice if nothing goes wrong and he got to live with a calm and peaceful mind without having to worry about anything or anyone in the future.
"We have arrived, young master."
Carl was brought back from his deep cerebration and he faced toward Glenn.
"That was faster than I expected."
"It hasn't been raining these past few days. Of course it would be faster if there isn't mud or potholes along the way, young master."
Glenn replied Carl in a cheerful tone for which reasons were unknown but Carl, on the other hand, simply ignored it and indifferently left the carriage. Glenn quickly resumed Carl on the way to the market and whispered to him from behind.
"The old wooden house on the left."
Carl faced toward the direction and saw an old inn with a dilapidated signboard which read 'Dragon Bones Inn' and instantly frowned at the sight. He quickly took a glance at Glenn who was standing behind and scowled at him.
"Fancy name indeed." Glenn said to him before Carl could mutter any word.
"Yeah. Really fancy for an inn on the outskirts of the market." Carl replied.
Without saying any more words the two of them headed inside the inn in which they were greeted by a man with ash coloured hair and brown eyes. From the look of his face, he was probably in his mid-forties and both Carl and Glenn quickly greeted him back with big smiles on their faces.
"Good to see you."
"On a fine day like this, we were hoping to get a full-course meal with the best quality of drink you can offer."
Carl slickly said to the waiter and they were promptly guided to a corner table, probably the best one in the entire floor. As soon as they took their seat, Glenn quickly whispered to Carl who was busy looking around the inn.
"Young master Carl, what are you thinking? What if you get drunk? You know you cannot handle alcohol."
"Relax, Glenn. People can change for the better."
Glenn quietly looked at Carl, bewildered. He was at a loss for words until the waiter came back with bundles of drinks on his hands.