Back home, Evan had thought he had nothing to do and was preparing to rest properly for a few days. Yet the very next day, Gell hurriedly summoned him back to the ship, where he met a mysterious guest.
"Evan, this is Mr. Brown, Earl Tuyake's steward."
"Mr. Brown, this is my nephew, Evan."
Though somewhat puzzled, Evan politely shook hands with the middle-aged man, who possessed an air similar to Grandpa Leo's.
"Mr. Evan is truly a promising young man. If His Lordship the Earl knew that the new owner of his estate was such an outstanding young man, he would surely be very gratified!"
After offering a slight compliment upon noticing Evan's captain's epaulets, the middle-aged steward named Brown got down to business. He gave a slight bow with the most standard and elegant posture. "Colonel, Mr. Evan has arrived. Let us begin."
"..."
Half an hour later, the uncle and nephew saw off Brown, Earl Tuyake's steward. Evan held a parchment contract and a sealed envelope in both hands, his head still spinning slightly.
The contract was proof of the transfer of ownership for a fixed estate. Earl Tuyake's and Evan's names had already been signed respectively in the spaces for the donor and recipient.
This meant that ownership of a sizable plantation and all personnel attached to it now belonged to Evan.
Located on the Southern Continent, the Vanilla Plantation produced high-quality coffee beans and spices. It also came with a complete management staff and a sufficient number of slaves. Evan did not need to concern himself with anything; after deducting all expenses, he could sit at home and receive an annual net income of roughly one thousand Gold Lions.
What did one thousand Gold Lions mean? It was already equivalent to the head of One-Eyed