"THIS IS IT! Now the money will flow to us, darling!"

Shouted the Count's son, leaping around the palace hall with the scroll of the contract like a child who had gotten a new toy. Turning to you he smiled broadly, either gloating or genuinely happy about the new deal. But when he noticed your reaction, Lloyd looked serious and hid the contract in his clothes. He always preferred to keep such valuables in his favorite brown coat. The shovel and the coat were almost like his personal signature.

"Now we can safely pack our bags and escape this kingdom for a vacation. To the south! It's a beautiful place!"

said he pointing out the window. And though the window looked west instead of south, the man's fervor and expression would be enough for a whole state right now. But in the end, it's up to you to deal with him. Such a promise has already been made to Lord Frontner. And the worst of it was that Lloyd knew your promise from somewhere. He's a devil. Albeit with a good heart locked away somewhere very, very, very deep inside him.