Chapitre 1318: The Return - Part 1

"The past is of no concern," Greeves said, waving a hand. "Digging it up will only make you doubt yourself. You don't want any doubts here, do ya? You want a strong Solgrim. See, there's a path to that. Quite a simple one, just in the gathering of talent. It's a righteous way of doing things, honourable, and all that, just what you wanted—"

"Greeves," Oliver cut him off. "If I do not know what you have done, how am I to know how far they will go? You will tell me."

"…Yer know I'm not the best of men," Greeves said.

"Do you need to point out the obvious?"

"There were times that I didn't even know what it meant to stoop too low."

"I know that well enough. You had no qualms burning down my house, after all," Oliver said. "For your own convenience. You would have been quite happy to have me killed, and buried in the middle of the woods."

"Well, you had more uses than a corpse does," Greeves said. "But sometimes a corpse has more uses, you know."