At Fluorite Castle, Russell stood in the corridor, looking at the sky dotted with white clouds in the distance.
Lord Ross was absent, probably out for another stroll, and the atmosphere in Fluorite Castle immediately became much more relaxed.
"Eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat. Not tasty. Eat, eat, eat, eat, eat..." The strange muttering had sounded from time to time ever since he entered the castle.
It irritated Russell a little.
There was no other reason. It was Phantom Beast Whisper, but it belonged to Fluorite Castle's Phantom Beast, the Glow Scorpion. It was the Phantom Beast Roland had described as rather dim-witted. Not only was it unintelligent, but it was also incredibly stubborn.
Several Great Knights had tried to get along with it and form a contract, but none had succeeded.
However, judging from its attitude toward his elder brother, Roland could probably have succeeded if he wanted to contract it. Unfortunately, Roland did not want the Glow Scorpion.
Besides, Roland was still waiting to earn Lord Ross's approval with his virgin body.
"You're stealing the spotlight a bit, aren't you, Scorpion?" Russell sighed helplessly. "Since I entered the castle, you've whispered countless times. Every time, it's eat, eat, eat. Stop eating already and share some of my chances to hear Phantom Beast Whisper with other Phantom Beasts."
He had brought Charles here today to discuss the Serf Trade with his father.
It was already afternoon.
Baron Roman had gathered several of his lordly vassals and was discussing the shares in the Serf Trade, the minimum purchase price of serfs, security escorts for Thunder Beast wagon caravans, and even subsidies for the caravans.
It was all tedious haggling. Russell had directly delegated authority to Charles and come outside for some fresh air.
Besides, the Glow Scorpion's incessant