They smiled awkwardly and immediately shook their heads in unison. Anthony picked up an empty basket and left.
"Can the young master truly fish? Or is he faking it? After all, he grew up in a privileged family."
"That's right. He probably doesn't know how to. He's so good with martial arts, he must think that fishing is equally easy and satisfying."
"He doesn't need to try that hard, we're easy to impress. He should leave these local grudge works for us. He shouldn't pretend to be…"
Anthony stopped, fuming in anger on hearing their tones which seemed to suggest he was a girly, inexperienced over pampered young master who had never seen the world.
The girls stopped whispering and turned to him with a frown.
He can't exactly tell them he was praying for more bandits to show up now, could he? They might think he's the harbinger of bad luck, but robbing thieves is the quickest way to make money to provide and keep everyone happy.
