Russell was quite pleased and proud to unexpectedly receive a letter from King Ares Sun. What else was there to seek in life but fame and profit?
A Dragon Knight, a king of a nation, had personally written to recruit him. That was fame!
However, Russell did not respond to the king's overtures. He had no desire to risk exposing himself by joining a Dragon Knight.
Besides, in the Shadowflame Grand Duchy, the Shadowflame Dragon regarded him as an ally, the Chief Executive was his grandfather, and he himself was a hereditary baron among the High Nobles. With the ducal throne still undecided, he could practically be called a de facto emperor.
Better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of an ox.
That was the true reflection of Russell's heart. Though still young, he was already a prospective Dragon Knight. How could he kneel before someone else?
"Lord Arno, write back and thank His Majesty Ares for me!" Russell put away the letter. "Originally, your three hundred annual cases of Frost Cigars had to supply His Majesty Ares as well. How about this instead? I'll specially provide His Majesty Ares with one hundred cases separately. Ask him to try the Rain Dragon Cigars!"
The Frost Series Rain Dragon Cigars only produced three hundred cases a year.
One hundred cases were specially supplied to Baron Roman, one hundred to Count Merlin, and one hundred to Marquis Arno. Now Russell decided to produce an additional hundred cases exclusively for King Ares.
"That would be wonderful!" Marquis Arno beamed. Although he received one hundred cases of Frost Cigars every year, most of them had to be offered to his own king. He could only keep a small portion for himself to satisfy his cravings.
Now that Russell would specially