Lev who had decided not to stay longer around the hallway as everyone looked at him with eyes scared and curious decided to walk away from the place and made his stride to the garden. Before he could open the door, someone had stood beside him. He noticed that it was the head servant, the same man that had warned him of his place to Ilyana days ago. The man was older than him by two decades. His sharp eyes appeared to be studying Lev's appearance, rating it in his mind with a look of a frown.
"Do you not have any other clothes? Isn't this the same clothes that you wore yesterday?" The man inquired.
Lev looked at his shirt and nodded his head. "It is the same one but yesterday I had quickly changed to another shirt and since I'll be getting it dirty in the middle of the work, I think this is the perfect shirt for me now. Is there a rule of what kind of shirt that I should be wearing as a gardener?"
