Planning (Part 1)

After Miss Aivisi left, Romon closed his eyes on the sofa.

After several years, the lord's villa had regained its grandeur.

Though the floors were not marble, the new wooden flooring was thick and fragrant. Movement upon it made almost no sound downstairs, and it was difficult for noise to carry even into other rooms and corridors.

The sitting room had large glass windows. Not only did they allow ample sunlight into the small room, but once opened, they also offered a view of the sea from the little balcony.

Naturally, mahogany bookshelves were indispensable.

Romon had ordered people to copy books specifically, making several copies of the set of books he had acquired. Every lord's villa possessed one set. Without question, this greatly enhanced visitors' impression of the owner—owning such a collection was no easy matter.

Of course, visitors could also pass the time reading these books.

Leaning back against the sofa, Romon gently closed his eyes.

It was not that he needed rest, but that he needed to think.

Regarding Miss Aivisi's suspicions, Romon already had some confidence.

Yet after reading history, Romon had gained some understanding of the Elves' tragedy. After all, he was not from this world. Not only did he hold no prejudice against the Elves, he even felt sympathy for them.

Ten tons of grain a year was merely a small figure, only the beginning of their cooperation.

Since Shennong Horn Space had grain in abundance, it did not matter much.

As he rested, Romon pondered how he should deal with the Elves in the future. To Romon, Elves capable of wiping out the strength of several counties belonging to the Lord of Radiance truly could not be underestimated.

After thinking it through, Romon sank into the Shennong Horn.

There were now 2,500 mu