In the side hall, the three of them spoke loftily as they appraised the Rain Dragon Cigars. Naturally, Grand Duke Kunsitan's opinion carried the most weight.
Roland had been flattering Grand Duke Kunsitan the whole time, while Russell only occasionally added a compliment and spent most of the time listening.
He also carefully observed Grand Duke Kunsitan.
Previously, he had learned from his elder brother Roland that Grand Duke Kunsitan was highly ambitious; then, from Cousin Mel, that the Grand Duke's ambitions exceeded his abilities. Coupled with various rumors that had spread around, Russell had thought there might be issues with Grand Duke Kunsitan's character.
But after meeting him, Russell discovered that while Grand Duke Kunsitan might be somewhat arrogant, he was definitely not foolish.
On the contrary, he was very intelligent.
From Russell's flattering remarks about the Rain Dragon Cigars, he quickly discerned Russell's intentions. "Rain Dragon Cigars are fine things praised by Count Merlin. Russell, I will accept your annual tribute and use them to entertain guests."
"Thank you for your help, Your Highness."
"No need for thanks. The cigars you invented are indeed interesting." Grand Duke Kunsitan exhaled a puff of smoke. "And the idea that smoking a cigar is like savoring the complete life of a knight is quite interesting as well."
"Most importantly, they're convenient. You don't have to fuss around for ages before smoking, like you do with a pipe. They're especially suitable for smoking on the snowfields," Roland added.
Halfway through the cigar, Grand Duke Kunsitan had lost interest in idle chatter. "Roland, bring Russell to my manor for dinner tonight. Consider it a welcome banquet for Russell. Tomorrow, take him around properly."
Roland nodded. "Yes, Your Highness."
Russell bowed. "Thank you, Your Highness."
Then he left the side hall with Roland. After