By afternoon, Russell had returned to Wuyou Snake Manor and received another tidal wave of flattery from his subordinates.
But it was limited to flattery from his subordinates.
The manor's serfs remained busy tending the crops, calculating the day's harvest.
There was a natural dividing line between the knightly class and the common folk—or rather, an immense disconnect between the extraordinary world and the ordinary one.
The manor's serfs had no idea what was happening outside. Even if they did, they would not understand its significance. In their eyes, an ordinary knight was already incredibly powerful, while the might of a Phantom Beast Knight lay beyond the limits of their imagination.
At the Cigar Courtyard, the officials lavishly flattered Russell while happily enjoying a sumptuous dinner.
Orders for Rain Dragon Cigars came flying in like snowflakes. Russell's hands went soft from collecting money, and he no longer needed to scrimp when treating himself or his subordinates. Whoever came to mooch a meal would be served lavish dishes, with Magic Food even appearing on occasion.
"Having money really does feel great. Inventing cigars was absolutely the right call!" After the banquet, Russell patted his belly and strolled contentedly onto the garden terrace.
The Cloud Mist Series, settled in Hail Beads, was ultimately only a small portion. The best-selling product remained the ordinary White Dew Series.
Never underestimate the purchasing power of the knightly class. Just for a puff of White Dew Cigar on the snowfields, nearly every knight would scrape together a few Gold Coins to order a box of cigars—pipes for everyday smoking, cigars for fighting on the snowfields.
It could be said that the Shadowflame Grand Duchy's knights alone could absorb the entire production capacity of the Cigar Factory.
Still, some cigars ultimately had to be added to the