Marcus was deeply troubled.
So he immediately sought out his wife Safali, who had just returned from playing cards at Fluorite Castle. "Go see Madam Meryl as soon as possible. Ask her to help us see whether we can get five hundred cases of cigars from the Cigar Factory in advance."
"How could that be possible? I know a little about the Cigar Factory's current situation. Forget five hundred cases—even ten cases would be impossible to get. The Monochoria Family's orders have been delayed again and again. Yesterday, Old Lord Sali's daughter-in-law was still complaining that even her father-in-law had to wait in line to place an order."
"What am I supposed to do, then!"
"What's wrong, Marcus? Did someone ask you to buy Rain Dragon Cigars? You can't agree to that. Cigars bring in money by the bucketful. They've become the Fluorite Mushroom Family's purse, and they're also the guarantee for Lord Russell's development of Blackfire Land. We mustn't..."
"It's too late." Marcus sighed with a stiff expression. "I already promised Minol and the others that I'd get each of them a hundred cases."
"How could you be so foolish!" Madam Shafali complained. "Marcus, you're usually so steady. Why today..."
"I don't know either." Marcus fell silent.
In truth, he knew perfectly well why he had acted so grandly. He only wanted to win back a bit of pride for himself.
Back then, he had been given a choice: pledge loyalty to Baron Roman or to Red Fort. In the end, he had chosen to remain in Guangguang River Valley. As a Tier 2 High Phantom Beast Knight, he could be considered one of the Grand Duchy's finest knights.
Yet the status of an ordinary nobleman had always placed him a notch below a Grand Duchy Nobleman.
Especially in