Then lets prepare a al while we discuss. You wont be able to eat properly once you leave, so make sure to fill up here.
Squeak, slam!
A-a-aristocrats
As soon as the door closed, Romandro clenched his neck and grumbled. This kind of behavior might actually give rise to prejudice against the real frontier counts.
Ian started to go through the docunts Romandro had been reading, one by one.
The prices are one thing, but the list doesnt sit well with .
Exactly. There are hardly any staple crops.
In anticipation of a harsh winter, what they needed were staple crops with short harvest cycles and relatively abundant yields. But what rellof offered were high-end ingredients that only nobles would consu.
Ridiculous. Could it be that relations with Dergha arent good?
I cant say for sure about that. But apart from that, the trade itself will likely be unpleasant.
They were hard-pressed for food, and now an advisor from the Imperial Palace had arrived, further depleting their resources. Furthermore, due to the battle in Bratz territory, they had unknowingly suffered losses.
So had tried to flee to rellof during the battle. A steward from the Bratz estate was beheaded here too. The people here couldnt leave during that ti
Unable to gather firewood in the forest, unable to hunt, unable to gather fruits. Trade would have been affected as well. While they couldnt know exactly what difficulties they faced during their isolation, they could guess.
Romandro let out a grumbling, pained noise as he massaged his head.
Advisor.
Hmm?
Ian tapped the table gently and then slowly called Romandro. In fact, Ian had other options even if they didnt procure food here.
It may be presumptuous, but I estimate the subsidy to be about 3,000 gold coins. Is that correct?
Well, I cant disclose that, as its a sensitive matter.
I know of a much more valuable way to use that money than buying dairies and olives here. If you trust and follow , that is.
Ian had four bags of seeds from the grula plant, known as a divine blessing for eradicating famine.
Compared to other staple crops, it had an overwhelmingly short cultivation period, abundant yields, and nutritional value.
Why would they spend this money buying such items here when they have access to such a perfect food source?
What are you talking about?
We cant waste precious subsidies sent from the Imperial Palace like this. This is wasteful and, beyond that, its extravagant.
I agree, but what other options do we have?
Ian threw the docunts aside as if they were worthless and pushed them away. He then asked Romandros subordinates to check if anyone was eavesdropping. As they stepped into the corridor, Ian whispered softly.
I intend to buy sothing else here.
Sothing else? What?
People.
Romandros eyes widened in surprise.
Slave markets are only held centrally. Is Count rellof actually hosting one here?
No, thats not it. I an to buy labor.
Even if they dont spend all 3,000 gold coins, it would be more than enough, Ian whispered. Completely clueless about what Ian ant, Romandro alternated his gaze between Ian and the proposed transaction docunts, contemplating deeply.
Lend your ear for a mont.
With a sly grin, Ian whispered into Romandros ear about grulas existence. Romandros complexion changed gradually, as if he couldnt believe it, but only for a mont.
* * *
Are you simply leaving?
Yes, my Lord. Lets consider the deal null and void.
Count rellof glanced at the food spread out on the table. Contrary to his earlier statent that they would prepare sothing extravagant, the table was filled mostly with at stewa al commonly enjoyed by commoners that left no room for waste.
The count twirled his mustache and grimaced slightly, I guess youve had your fill.
Shall we escort you out?
Its settled. Just be casual about it.
Publicly, he didnt turn away from helping them. Its just that they chose not to accept it. Count rellof was worrying about what to do if they agreed to trade for that price.
Soon, the Cheonrye tribe, who cant withstand the cold weather, will leave, and theres no way to avoid everyone starving to death.
The reason why rellof ruled like a king in the frontiers was primarily because the domain was far removed from the imperial palaces attention.
Physical and psychological distance ant that whatever happened, the imperial palace would remain unaware.
But what if soone from the imperial palace took over the lordship of Bratz?
Damn it. Just thinking about it
For the neighboring domain of rellof, being in sight of the imperial palace would be the sa. Rather, it would be better for rellof to occupy Bratz. Geographically, theres the burden of dealing with barbarians, but thats much better than having the imperial palace as a neighbor.
The Count walked briskly to check below the window. Near the front gate, Ian and the advisor were seen standing in front of the carriage. The two were facing each other, engaged in conversation.
* * *
Perhaps they dont like the re presence of soone from the imperial palace in Bratz.
It would be burdenso to have them as neighbors.
Ethically, there are problems, but thats not really an issue, right? Once you die, ethics dont matter.
Due to the distance, Count rellof did not realize that he had been precisely read by Ian. After pondering for a bit, Romandro nodded his head in agreent, finding the statents reasonable.
Right. That makes sense. I hadnt thought that far.
By the way, isnt the butler running late?
The count must be busy wrapping up so matters.
Well, from what Ive seen, he probably wont see us off.
Ian murmured as he fidgeted with his pocket watch. Having confird rellofs stance, all that was left was to return to the fiefdom and introduce grula to Romandro.
Oh my.
At that mont, a woman erged through the gardens back door. She was a noblewoman with platinum blonde hair, tied up and adorned with all sorts of fancy decorations.
Countess rellof?
Ian! So you are Ian?
Pleasure to et you.
Hiding his disconcerted expression, Ian greeted her by touching her hand lightly. Unlike Count rellof, she was a vibrant woman. He had presud her to be a middle-aged peer like Mary, but she was considerably younger.
Im Rien rellof. So, youre leaving already? Why not stay for a al?
The lady was younger but in every way outranked Ian and Romandro. It was an obvious hierarchy, and Ian didnt mind. Though he felt her manners were sowhat lacking.
Were grateful for the Counts invitation, but we have a mountain of work and cant stay. Maybe another ti.
Chwaak
Countess rellof fanned herself gracefully, offering an inscrutable smile. Ian and Romandro exchanged puzzled glances. Why is the Countess acting like this? Sothing about the atmosphere seed off.
A dress out of season, and so misaligned gazes
It was the kind of impression one should avoid if t in an alleyway. An impression not easily obtained from a graceful countess.
Advisor?
Ah, its Romandro.
Its an honor. I thought I never heard your na.
My apologies.
Is this all your party?
She asked, twirling her fan with a gentle motion. Half of their company had already left for the city center to recruit the people Ian had ntioned.
We sent them ahead as we might be delayed. We are waiting for the butler.
Ah, I see. How is the Bratz territory faring? My husband never tells anything about it.
Yes, thanks to your husband.
Ho ho ho. And theres sothing Im curious about.
Please speak, my lady.
Countess rellof approached with her fan hiding the lower part of her face. The servants seed to close both their eyes and ears, bowing their heads.
Who is using Lady Marys room?
Lady Marys room?
You see, theres sothing I couldnt return to her.
Softly. As if telling him to lower his voice, the tone of Countess rellof dropped. Ian recalled Marys final monts and sighed.
Ah.
Countess Mary, who had said that there was sothing helpful if taken to rellof, did not specify what it was. Considering she ntioned it until the mont she left the house, it mustnt be sothing easily lost.
Countess rellofs eyes sparkled as she looked at Ian.
Hm? Is the room still intact?
It should be. No one really goes in there. Feel free to visit anyti.
Is that alright?
Of course. The room has lost its owner, so who would say otherwise?
Countess rellofs eyes curved in satisfaction at Ians words. Just then, the butler ca out carrying a small box, and the lady turned her head as if nothing had happened.
My lady?
What about the Count?
Satisfied with Ians answer, the Countesss eyes crinkled. At that mont, the butler erged holding a small box, and the Countess turned her head as if nothing had happened.
My lady?
The guests are leaving. Where is the Count?
Ah. He finds it difficult to leave due to sudden business. He sends his apologies to the guests, and this is a small token of goodwill from rellof. He also said that if theres anything we can help with as a neighboring estate, to let him know.
As the butler gave a polished bow, the Countess chuckled, covering her mouth with her fan. The butler has a knack for smoothing over the Counts blunt words. Ian nodded as he received the box.
Please convey my thanks.
Very well, then. Ahem.
Romandro briefly greeted everyone and climbed onto the carriage. As they left through the main gate, the Countess couldnt take her eyes off them until the very end.
Clip Clop
So, whats this token of goodwill?
Judging by the sll, it seems like dried at.
Good heavens, it seems the rumors about the frontier have so basis.
The rumors they refer to are societal prejudices that border nobles are crude and barbaric. Noticing that Ian understood the aning, Romandro checked that they had distanced themselves from the mansion.
The Countess is quite peculiar too.
I didnt expect her to be so young. I thought shed be around the sa age as Countess Mary.
The Count seed a bit older; is this his first marriage?
Im not quite sure about that
Never mind. Now, tell in detail. You said there is a crop thats about a month away from harvest?
Romandro eagerly leaned in closer to Ian. To think that there was such an extraordinary crop here that he had never heard or seen of before!
So, theres a saying that to see the center of the world, go to the capital, and to see the changes in the world, go to the frontier.
Where did it co from? The desert? Ah, it must be resilient if it grows in the desert. Whats its na? What do you call it?
You, Advisor-nim, should also know.
Huh? Know what?
Grula.
Grula? The weed Grula that I know of?
Ian gave a subtle smile, but disappointnt was clearly written all over Romandros face. The thought that hed been fooled seed to fill his mind.
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