Sylvester furrowed his brows. 'Is this why the doors were locked from the outside? What does he even think he can do to me?'
"I don't understand your meaning, my lord. Can you be more specific?" Sylvester inquired directly, sensing authentic anger emanating as a burning, pungent scent from the man.
The Count's eyes reddened as if he might burst any moment. "Do you know how much Sandwall County used to earn before Count Jartel's downfall and the end of preferred trade with Western merchants? Ten thousand Gold Graces a week!"
Sylvester's mind went into flashback mode and remembered all the things. Jartel was the Count to whose County he had originally gone to investigate for the death of the Countess. Ultimately, the big conspiracy was revealed, and the Count killed himself.
