After receiving feedback from Aunt Tina, he jotted down several points in his usual black notebook including his observation today.
He excused himself from the textile mill. His original purpose for coming here is to visit the arsenal.
Growl—
Noon had passed by an hour when he left the mill. His stomach has been growling for a while now. It is a hassle to return to the mansion when he still has things to do.
To fill his empty stomach, he simply picks some random street stall. Thus, his lunch for today was a chicken sandwich.
Not very filling but it's okay.
"Let's go to the arsenal, gramps," said Riz.
His mouth took the last bite of his portion of the chicken sandwich.
The king and his coachman departed from the stall to the arsenal further north.
