At the time of parting, the old cattle silently shed tears at him, without making a sound. Now, in a daze, the face in his memory has turned into his own.
He really didn't know what to do.
...
Baron Ralph Devor's Estate.
Sunlight bathed the estate, where a countryside style villa stood quietly, beige walls covered with vines, the red roof shimmering faintly under the sun. The garden was a riot of colorful flowers, the neatly trimmed hedges as picturesque as a painting.
Johnny carried a heavy cash box, beads of sweat on his forehead, wearing a fawning smile as he slowly walked into the study, completely devoid of his earlier swagger, with only humility written on his brow.
He placed the cash box cautiously on the carpet in front of the Baron, and upon opening it, it was filled with copper coins, which looked like a lot, but in reality weren't worth much.
