During lunch, Ang listened as Baron Allen eloquently described Pat City's history and current state, carefully noting the key information.
Baron Allen gestured lightly with the knife and fork in his hand as he said, "Pat City's history dates back to when Tanaster Province had just been established, several centuries ago. The city was founded by the Pat Marquis Family, and the Marquis of Pat at the time was one of the family's founders. They chose to build the city here precisely to protect Tanaster Province's border."
Ang nodded and asked, "Then what is the current Marquis of Pat's relationship to the one who founded Pat City?"
Baron Allen smiled, set down his cutlery, and replied, "Naturally, he is a descendant. Our current Marquis of Pat should be the fourth- or fifth-generation heir. But you may find it difficult to meet him—the chief councilor of Pat City is nominally the Marquis of Pat, but in truth, he has not appeared in public for more than a decade."
"He hasn't appeared for over ten years?" Ang asked, slightly puzzled.
Baron Allen lowered his voice as though sharing a secret. "Yes. It is said that their family shifted its focus elsewhere. Have you heard the term 'plane'? Rumor has it that the Pat Family bought the coordinates of a small plane from the Empire's Astrologers Association. For the past several decades, they have been concentrating on developing that plane. In fact, many long-established noble families have planes of their own."
Ang nodded silently. This information made him think of his experiences in Latvia. The environment there truly did not seem like something an ordinary world could possess. Perhaps it really belonged to some plane. He mentally filed away the clue, believing that he might have more dealings with those long-established families in