Looking at this guy who suddenly became childish. Lady Feimona shook her head helplessly, her teasing tone unchanged, but her eyes turned gentle.
"What I mean is... I'm not Miss Eloise. If I were her, I wouldn't ask you to elope. Instead, I'd knock you out with a stick, throw you on the carriage, and take you away. By the time you wake up, who knows, we might already be in Thunder City."
Horace stared blankly at his wife, his old face suddenly turned red, and he shyly scratched the back of his head. His usual shrewdness suddenly became a bit naive.
"Oh, dear... just be gentle when you do it. Besides, don't forget to bring those five silver coins. We'll need the money for the journey, and after all, I traded my livelihood for them."
Looking at this guy obsessed with money, Feimona couldn't hold back any longer and let out a burst of laughter.
