Chapter 52: Looking to Launder Money? Come to Me
An hour later, Leon boarded the carriage for the return trip under the exceedingly respectful—one could even say trembling—send-off of several bodyguards.
He glanced outside, and those bodyguards instinctively lowered their heads, not daring to meet his gaze.
This Fenrir—who had threatened the entire estate with his own life, poisoned Old Roddy to death in front of everyone, and then, with just a few words, incited their boss to execute Garcia, who had followed him for many years.
Even though they were all underworld enforcers who lived by the blade, they truly did not dare to have anything to do with this terrifying madman.
Even the coachman responsible for taking him back wore a tense expression, as if terrified that if he made even a single wrong move along the way, this man would kill him on the spot.
But just as the door was about to close, a deep, aged voice suddenly rang out: “May I hitch a ride? I’m also heading back to Hamel Town.”
Leon looked over in surprise.
Standing at the carriage door was Father Raymond Auden, dressed in a priest’s robe.
The coachman looked at Leon, then at Father Auden, momentarily unsure how to react.