'Uncle' Garan was irritated for some reason.
He frowned, narrowing his eyes as he stared in a particular direction. "It feels like someone is scheming against me."
Gill raised an eyebrow and looked around, puzzled. But… they haven't done anything yet?
Gill shrugged in the end and handed Garan a piece of parchment from his space. "It's here."
Garan's azure eyes stayed on the piece of parchment before extending his hand. His rough fingers traced the symbols on the surface, and his sharp eyes studying every detail as if it was already built.
It was a plan for their training ground, commissioned for a very very high price from a Class-D Architect in the town. As of this morning, it was already halfway through construction.
Gill was asking him to check before finalization, because any addition to the construction must be instructed now.
