Nobility was bound by blood, but also by shared interests.
So when Russell proposed using the output of fifteen hundred acres of Magic Potion Fields as a return to attract investment, Fluorite Castle agreed without hesitation.
The family would invest one thousand Gold Coins. Over the next few years, half the output from those fifteen hundred acres of Magic Potion Fields would be sold to Fluorite Castle at eighty percent of the market price each year, until the one thousand Gold Coin investment had been used up.
"Actually, the family could invest more Gold Coins. You should give it some thought." After the contract was signed, his eldest brother Roland spoke with considerable regret.
If possible, he even wanted to buy out all of Russell's output from the fifteen hundred acres of Magic Potion Fields, for as many years as could be arranged.
After all, Gold Coins meant little to Fluorite Castle. They could earn them back with a few more slaughtering trips to the snowfield. Only the indispensable magic potions were difficult to obtain simply by spending money. Russell's attempt to attract investment suited him perfectly.
If the contract could be made longer and larger, then Fluorite Mushroom Bird Rosie, though nominally Russell's, would in reality be serving Fluorite Castle.
That would mean Russell's Mushroom Bird was his Mushroom Bird.
"When I need money, I'll seek more investment. We can talk about it then." Russell refused Roland's request for additional investment.
Fluorite Castle needed to train knights, but didn't he need to train knights as well?
Wuyou Snake Manor was only his starting point. In the future, he wanted a larger territory and a higher title. All of that had to be won through real battles on the snowfield. Ordinary Snow Ghosts did not count as military merit; only