After lunch, Russell kept his mother and younger sister company over tea and conversation. Before he knew it, it was already two in the afternoon.
"I should be going." Russell rose after glancing at the clock on the wall.
"Won't you stay at the castle for the night?" Madam Meryl asked.
"No. Father and my elder brother are still fighting on the snowfield. How can I afford to slack off?" Russell stretched. "By the way, Mother, when is the family caravan leaving? Send someone to let me know. I need to have people accompany it."
"What for?"
"I have a partnership with Kingtop Castle. It concerns the newly discovered Cultivated Origin Beast in my territory, the Wujin Pig, which has now been successfully bred. According to the agreement, one-tenth of this batch of pregnant piglets must be sent to Kingtop Castle."
"The Wujin Pigs have been successfully bred? That is good news." Madam Meryl smiled. "Your aunt wrote some time ago that she wanted to visit your grandmother and father... but she is too frail. She was left with health problems after giving birth to your cousin, and she cannot stand cold winds."
"Aunt and my cousin really are quite..." Russell had wanted to say pitiable, but on second thought, their lives were already millions of times better than those of ordinary people.
"Yes, the two of them are quite pitiable." Madam Meryl nodded, then quickly added, "But if she could write fewer letters and meddle less in our family affairs, she would be even more deserving of sympathy."
It was said.
Russell's aunt, Roby, exchanged dozens or even hundreds of letters with Old Madam Ingrid every month.
Although travel was inconvenient—the caravan could only make a round trip once a month, and the Messenger Knight could only travel back