It wasn’t enough to eavesdrop on the conversation or activities of the Priests, but he was able to hear what the Dark Knights on guard were saying.
“… Did what?” “Today… seems like… reported they did that many.”
“To utilize the sculptures… It’s an excellent plan.” “The Versailles Continent into misery… our goal.”
The words he heard in fragments! Bits and pieces were cut off because of the wind.
Weed tried putting the pieces together to get the meaning of the conversation.
His life was one of his survival senses. By simply seeing the boss’ expression, he could tell if his wage was going to come safely or be withheld.