"Uncle Bede must be laughing, raising such a mountain delicacy is too challenging," Gaven said with a helpless smile toward Bede.
"Incredible, truly incredible, you've done an astounding job already," Bede said giving a thumbs up. "I've never seen such an obedient, such a smart Half-Ogre. Brother Gaven, where on earth did you find such a treasure?"
Although Bede was speaking to Gaven, his eyes followed the Half-Ogre constantly, his covetous look so apparent that even a fool could see it.
This was naturally born to be a caravan guard; having such a one to escort them on the road not only significantly increased their safety but could also assist with the wagons and transportation of goods during crucial moments.
"Lucky me, he presented himself at my doorstep," Gaven said lightly, appearing utterly oblivious to Bede's look.
Bede, unable to contain his eagerness, blurted out, "Considering our deep friendship, Uncle Bede has a small request..."
