The caravan arrived earlier than expected, reaching Wuyou Snake Manor the very next day after the manor meeting.
It just so happened that the Small Market Town had been expanded during yesterday's manor meeting, allowing the caravan to set up there smoothly.
Clothing, farm tools, circus performances, sugar figurines, dough figurines, chicken, duck, goose, and egg stalls, kittens and puppies, bruise salves, ring tosses, riddles... The caravan offered a dazzling array of goods and attractions. Of course, not a single merchant dealing in valuable goods had come; they were all small traders and peddlers.
"Master, would you like to visit the Small Market Town?" Butler Morris came to ask in the sitting room.
Russell had already finished his morning knight training and worked up a sweat. He was now resting in a chair while reading a new book.
These new books had all been borrowed from the library at Fluorite Castle—though they were supposedly borrowed, he had no intention of returning them. Neither Baron Roman nor his elder brother Roland liked reading, so leaving the books at Fluorite Castle would only be a waste.
They were better left with Russell, a kindred spirit who loved to read.
"I won't be going." Russell spoke casually. "Butler Morris, give the servants a day off and let them go enjoy the Small Market Town."
"You are most generous, Master. I'll go tell the servants the good news at once."
Before long, Russell, still in the sitting room, heard cheers from the maids and manservants in the courtyard garden.
Happiness was actually very simple. All it took was a brief holiday.
Butler Morris soon returned.
Russell said, "You should take the day off too. Go have a look around the Small Market Town."
"I'd rather not, Master. The maids and manservants have all gone