#Chapter81
It was the time when everyone was looking out to have the odds in their favor and bend evens to their will.
Alder was no fool and that was pretty much clear to all but people against him were holding their hopes on his vulnerable position right that moment. At the moment, it was a struggle between moving stealthily and moving like a force to be reckoning with.
In Orla’s acuity, she suggested they shall assume both the approaches to confuse and conquer them. But that which stood like an obstacle was Alder’s strategy.
Alder had been sitting in his study chamber for half a day looking over the span of fields and gardens he had acquired. He looked over the people working on the gardens, pulling out the useless shrubs as they sowed new useful life in their place.
He sighed in distress as he leaned over the large window he was standing by. He had his tactics and he had his means although his senses were not in right places as the moment.
