Chapter 36
Lukas observed Ian carefully—his wary glances at Isaac, the dust clinging to his robes, the way he had been referred to as a fool earlier. It wasn’t difficult to piece together Ian’s place in the temple.
He was either mistreated or ignored.
Or, more likely, both.
That meant his living quarters—or wherever he was made to spend his time—was probably just as neglected and filthy.
Whatever the reason, it didn’t really matter.
The important thing was that Ian clearly had a strained relationship with the temple.
And that was an advantage.
For a moment, they had worried that recruiting Ian might also mean taking on the burdensome baggage of the temple. But now, it seemed the temple was full of idiots—hardly an asset to the Duke’s house.
Perfect.
"We won’t be needing tea, and High Priest Isaac, I’ll have to ask you to step outside as well."
"What? But Ian is just a lowly priest. How could someone like him possibly converse properly with the young lord and Sir Lukas—"
Isaac’s words were cut off as Lukas smoothly interrupted, his tone almost lazy.