Bettor Mr. Nobles
Chapter 5

The booth door opened, a brat walked in with his head still out. Like making sure no one saw him walk into an old booth.

Then his hand quickly closed the door again without looking inside.

But as soon as it turned around, its dust-stained face mixed with sweat was instantly aghast and reflexively shouted.

"Let's!" His body jumped backwards until it hit the door.

"Who are you?!" The broken and hoarse voice stuttered in panic. "I ... I will return the money, but please don't report me!!" frightened shouting.

"Shh!" Naeva puts her index finger in front of her lips. "Please don't be noisy, you don't have to be afraid" he said slowly.

"We won't report unless you're too noisy" Marc threatened.

"Good, fine. I'll be quiet" he replied as he set his breath. His eyes then glanced at the jelly towards the drunk man who had fainted on the wooden bench. "And .. and I'm going out now" he said as he hurriedly turned around.

"No! You can't go out first. Or I'll report what you did to the soldiers out there" stop Marc. A little thief like this brat must have a lot of wits. Marc did not want the boy to come out and report the drunken man's condition to cover up his own evil deeds.

The boy noticed the drunk man with his observant eyes once again.

"You're not going to report me after fainting and holding that guy!"

Marc smiled wryly. His guess is right. That boy has a lot of wits.

"This man didn't faint, he was drunk."

"I can see the marks of the blow on his face," the boy refuted.

"Yes, I did hit him because this drunk guy was troublesome. And one more thing, we can't keep someone in a public place like this" Marc replied. The handsome man then raised next to his eyebrows with a menacing face, "are you going to continue to be noisy for me to report you outside?"

The pale face I was shaking quickly.

"No, I won't talk anymore!"

Naeva noticed the boy's hand holding something.

"Whose money did you steal?"

The hand that grasped something was instantly hidden behind his body.

"The bakeries at the far end of the right row."

"You have to give it back. The baker sacrificed his manpower, time, and capital to earn that money. It's not fair that you who do nothing enjoy their efforts" Naeva advises.

"I need money to eat!" The boy's voice sounded sniffling now.

"Then you have to work to earn money."

"Nobody wants to hire a thief."

"You have to fix yourself and show everyone your change."

The boy was silent. "That's not as easy as saying it," she later wrote.

"I'll help you!"

"No need! You can give me this money back!" The boy threw a bag of coins in his hand.

Naeva greeted the bag, then smiled.

"But I will insist on helping you. Or I'm forced to report you so that no more traders lose Penny (currency) in the future."

The boy was fixated, not knowing how to dodge anymore.

Naeva then looked at Marc. "We're going home after we solve this boy's problem" he said.

Marc nodded. Her lips smiled with eyes looking at Naeva proudly. Her daughter was very proud of her. He would be more proud to say he was Miss Naeva's servant than even a king's trust.

The girl inherited many traits of her mother, loving, brave and smart. But his concern for others and also like to help get it from the father.

Naeva then takes the boy to deliver him to the bread merchant of the stolen owner of Penny.

"But you have to promise not to steal again after this," he said, holding the boy's arm tight so as not to run away before the problem was over.

Naeva saw the bakery they were going to with a lot of customers. While the baker was busy mending the flour. It was only fitting that this boy managed to run away a small bag of coins.

"Bonjour, Monsieur," said Naeva politely.

"Bonjour, Mademoiselle, please wait in line" he replied without turning his head.

The tall man who was stirring the flour mistook Naeva for a customer.

"I don't really want to buy bread. I know you're busy, but I had to ask you for a moment to talk about your missing Penny."

The baker raised his face and looked at Naeva confusedly.

"My penny's missing?"

"Yes. This kid said that Penny's yours!" Naeva shows Penny's pocket in her hand.

The baker's gaze moved on the boy. Then the look on his face turned violent.

"So you stole my money?" he snapped it as it approached.

The boy stepped back in fear.

"No!" sela Naeva fast.

"What do you mean, M'mselle? You don't know this kid. He's a petty thief who always does harm! He's even run my bread a few times."

"That's because she's starving" Naeva said.

"And now he's stealing my Penny!" the tall man shouted furiously.

The noise that the bread customer watched turned out to also invite the attention of some soldiers. The soldier who entered the liquor booth a moment ago.

Naeva felt that she could not linger and had to solve the problem as soon as possible.

"I told you, he's no longer a thief. This money was taken by thieves, but this kid brought it back for you. I saw it!" Naeva. He was so organized his words, so as not to lie by saying the boy did not steal the Penny, but his words must also be able to make the baker think it was not the boy who did it.

The baker was silent. He looked at the boy's face sharply.

"Is that true?"

The boy nodded slowly.

"All right then. I won't blame you again. But I wouldn't thank you either, for your help in redeeming the bread you stole."

"You can hire him so he doesn't have to steal anymore to avoid starvation" Naeva said. As per his agreement to help the boy get a job.

The baker fell silent with doubt. But before he refused, other customers seemed to give each other support.

"Yes, just hire one, what a pity for the children who are forced to steal for food."

The baker sighed, then said in a resigned tone.

"All right, I'm gonna hire this kid. But if he steals here again, I'll kick him out of here!"

Naeva nodded with satisfaction.

Then hurried to take Marc away, before the Soldiers came in and saw them.

***

"Mademoiselle!" Panicked cries of Anne immediately welcomed Naeva upon her arrival at Wisteria Castle, the name of their old castle which was coined by her mother. The name was given because there was always a purple Wisteria flower that flourished around the castle.

Meanwhile, Marc was releasing the horse that pulled their carriage back into the stables.

"What's wrong?" ask Naeva worried.

"Monsieur Richard! Monsieur Richard has remembered everything!" exclaimed Anne with glaring eyes.

Naeva's body stiffened instantly.

Abellard's memory has returned?