Testing (Part 2)

Just as Romon was enjoying the show, one of the young men seemed to drift over casually.

"Lord Romon, don't you find it too stuffy here?" the young man asked eagerly in a low voice.

Romon turned his head and saw that it was Faka, the Baron's eldest son.

"How about we take a walk outside?" Faka invited him.

"Sure!" Romon said. These plays were not particularly entertaining anyway—far inferior to movies.

The two of them came out and strolled slowly through the castle.

Naturally, this drew the attention of the others in the castle. After all, the castle was not very large.

The castle had a keep, arrow towers, stables, a watchtower, walls, a reservoir, hidden soldier chambers, and a banquet hall, but its overall area was indeed not large.

That suited a Baron's identity and status perfectly.

"Lord Romon, are you from the Aisk Kingdom?" the young man asked.

"That's right. It is a coastal kingdom, only one-third the size of your kingdom. The kingdom has only seven counties in total, and I am from Pakt County," Romon said casually. There was no harm in chatting with him.

"Then which Lineage were you born into?"

"My Lineage rules Tatshaw Territory, and our title is Viscount," Romon replied offhandedly.

"So you actually come from a Viscount's Lineage. That is truly admirable. Are you the Lineage's heir?" Faka asked cautiously.

At Romon's age, he was probably the heir already. It was unlikely that he had directly inherited the Lineage.

Romon nodded but did not explain further.

"Lord Romon, then why are you traveling?" Faka asked respectfully, even changing the way he addressed him.

Romon smiled. "Lord Faka, as you can see, I am a Druid. My territory once suffered under the Demon Calamity, and we endured great hardship. Although it