Inside the carriage, Madam Meryl called Russell in and inevitably gave him a round of instructions, telling him not to indulge himself over the next month.
"Your eldest aunt is the Grand Duke's aunt. You must not be disrespectful in front of her; it will affect your relationship with the Grand Duke in the future... Your elder brother has already made a mistake. I do not want to hear that you have made one too."
"Don't worry, Mother. Have a little faith in me." Russell smiled.
"Your elder brother also told me not to worry, but who knew what he did behind my back? In any case, you must always remember not to disgrace the family."
"Understood."
Only after his mother had finished her instructions did Russell speak. "Father, Mother, I have something to discuss with you as well."
"Go on," Baron Roman said.
"Grandfather's Rain Dragon Cigars have received a huge number of orders, so I plan to produce a batch as soon as possible and sell them publicly. First, it can make up for the industries in my territory that are running at a loss. Second, it can maintain the Rain Dragon Cigar name."
With Count Merlin's prestige behind them, Rain Dragon Cigars had already gained a reputation and would surely enjoy a period of fervent demand.
But if Rain Dragon Cigars did not reach the market for a long time, that enthusiasm would soon cool.
What was more—
If someone with a keen nose got there first, all of Russell's efforts would simply be making a wedding dress for someone else.
Baron Roman became interested. "How do you plan to produce them?"
He also liked Rain Dragon Cigars. It was not because they tasted particularly good, but because Russell's line about "Knight's Eternal Beauty" made him feel