Cry , Even better if you , beg

From the previous several days, Leyla Lewellin's name was once again marching briskly through the tongues of Arvis's workers. This time, with a radically different narrative.

Now, the outline was; 'The gardener's cottage had been burgled.'

The news traveled fast around the Manor like a wildfire. The incident was met with people's doubts. Few believed a thief had the nerve to steal from Duke Herhardt's estate. Only until they saw a half-dazed Bill Remmer looking for the culprit did they believe the robbery really happened.

Matthias departed the Mansion at the peak of the clamor. The scheduled time had come, and he must leave now to avoid being late for lunch.

He wasn't the kind to chime in on gossipy talks, sensing something different upon passing the Arvis's driveway flanked by Platanus trees.

From the opposite side of the road, police officers on horseback were making their way toward the scene. Matthias didn't even have to make logical assumptions of where they were going since the route would lead them to the Arvis forest.

"They said a thief broke into the gardener's house."

The quick-witted aide answered first before Matthias could open his mouth to ask.

"At Bill Remmer's house?"

"Yes, he was in a big pickle since the funds he'd set aside for his daughter's College tuition were stolen."

Thief.