The Wisdom You Need

"Gazi Roast Meat uses a rotating spit to cook the meat evenly. Not only does this preserve its natural flavor, but the fat dripping onto the charcoal also releases a rich aroma, creating a distinctive atmosphere. Rotisserie cooking leaves the meat tender and juicy. Wrapped in flatbread and served with onions, tomatoes, and other accompaniments to cut through the richness, it leaves a lasting impression."

Penteco was diligently writing a piece in his office. When he heard someone come in, he didn't look up, merely saying, "Please wait a moment."

Once he had finished writing, he looked up and saw that the visitor was Ah Fu, not his secretary. He leaped from his chair in alarm.

Penteco hurriedly asked, "What brings you here?"

He was a little worried. Had one of his father's former vassals—or one of his own—had too much to drink and said something they shouldn't have?

Those people had once been good at nothing but scheming against one another at court and currying favor with their superiors. When it came to getting anything done, they couldn't even organize a picnic.

In the Duchy of Weissen, where everything revolved around money, they naturally had no place. The quick-witted among them drew on their experiences to write court-intrigue novels and submit them to newspapers and magazines for a little income, while others could only slowly drain their already meager savings.

The former counts and barons were now worse off than the proprietress of a Gazi Roast Meat stall. After a couple of drinks, they'd let every grievance fly.

Ah Fu took a letter from his briefcase and handed it to Penteco. "This is a letter from the Grand Duke. He needs your wisdom."

Penteco was puzzled. The Grand Duke Wessen actually needed his wisdom? If his wisdom surpassed the