People burped after eating their fill. There was nothing unusual about that.
But for a woman to burp in front of a man was a grave breach of etiquette—especially when that man was the head of the Griffith Family and the baron of Eagle Territory.
Fiona's face flushed crimson with embarrassment. She hunched her head down, her heart suddenly racing, her nervous gaze darting aimlessly. She wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
Old Gordon's face turned the color of pig liver. Shock and fury surged through him, and he was just about to rebuke Fiona when Raven coughed. "Looks like we've eaten about enough."
In truth, Old Gordon had not eaten much, but he had indeed lost his appetite.
"All right. Since we're full, let's discuss the serious matters." Raven untied his napkin. A maid naturally came over to clear away the tableware and thoughtfully poured them some after-dinner red wine.
Old Gordon continued with his report.
Fiona straightened up and secretly took off her glasses to wipe them.
Old Gordon had compiled the accounts for Eagle Town's recent construction efforts. They covered the materials used, the costs involved, the money spent, and the food consumed.
"After adding everything up, Eagle Town consumes an average of 20,922 kilograms of coarse wheat flour each month."
"Hmm..." Raven nodded slowly. "I remember our previous average monthly consumption was 23,890 kilograms. Added together, that makes..."
Old Gordon lowered his head and began calculating. Just then, Fiona's voice rang out. "44,182 kilograms!"
Raven froze and looked at Fiona in surprise. She immediately lowered her head nervously.
"My lord, that's correct. It's 44,182 kilograms!" Old Gordon finished calculating the figure and hurriedly explained, "Please don't take offense. Fiona is rather sensitive when it comes to numbers. She only becomes