As he walked and stopped along the way, Hobart sensed the enormous changes in his territory. The people were highly motivated to work in the fields and at construction sites, creating far greater wealth than before.
The key was that they themselves received a considerable share of the wealth they created.
Many new houses had appeared in the villages—tall, beautiful, with red brick walls and red tile roofs.
It was not that the people here considered red festive; it was simply because the brick kilns in the territory could only produce red bricks and red tiles.
Even more houses were only half-built, or still being constructed with the help of neighbors, relatives, and friends.
That was hope. That was the future.
But once they arrived in the new territory, everything was suddenly different.
The people here were cold and numb. There were few people in the fields, and the crops were growing far worse than what he had seen that morning.
Thus, they sped up their inspection and arrived at Wright Viscount's former manor by evening.
This place had long since fallen into ruin. Only the tall walls and vast lawns testified to its former splendor.
On the way here, Hobart had heard the Lord's Manor's former servants say that the scenery was quite nice. But by the time they arrived, it was already close to evening, and the surroundings looked no different from ordinary grassland.
Wild Rabbits had long since made their nests here. While taking a walk with Fors, Hobart casually shot several. He handed one to a servant. "Roast it. I'll use it to entertain a guest later. The other rabbits are yours."
While waiting for the rabbit meat to roast, Fors, who had gotten hungry and started eating bread with jam, was still marveling at everything