Taking Possession of the Fief

Olyck had been laughing because he had heard an incredibly funny joke.

His brother had poured in hundreds of thousands in funds and, after much effort, had finally managed to obtain the title of court knight.

Even that had been an extraordinary stroke of luck, something he had to thank Mayor Guli for.

He admitted that Hubble was capable, but given his background, obtaining a noble title was simply a fantasy, let alone a hereditary fief.

But as he laughed, he saw that Hubble's serious expression had not changed at all, and his voice gradually quieted.

"Could it be true?"

Olyck asked cautiously, inexplicably feeling uneasy.

"Of course it's true, my friend." Hubble had finally held his head high. He eagerly invited him, saying, "I came specifically to invite you to accompany me as I take possession of my territory."

Olyck fell silent. He wanted his brother to live a better life, but seeing him doing so well, why did his heart ache so badly?

"Where is Armstrong? I don't think I've heard that name before."

"Just outside Silver City. I've already asked around. It's a small immigrant village that survives by growing cash crops, so it isn't well known."

Hubble had naturally not come unprepared. At the very least, he had investigated the general situation of the fief.

This was absolutely a high-quality fief, with fertile land, half of which belonged to him.

It was also located near the City of Silver, making it completely safe.

Its only flaw was that Armstrong had no mines. Otherwise, it would truly be valuable.

But for a fief, steady profits were enough. That was sufficient to pass down through the family, and Hubble was not that picky.

In fact, even if it had been a barren plot of land, he would still