"Lord, the lord has come to see you," the servant said respectfully.
Lurun had now become the very picture of a leisurely old man. Every day after eating, he drank tea, took walks, read books, and lived a most comfortable little life.
When he had first retired, he had still felt somewhat unaccustomed to it. But as time passed, he began to enjoy this tranquil life, and after several years, even his health had improved.
At that moment, he was sitting in his exquisitely furnished study reading. Hearing the servant's report, he calmly raised his head.
"The lord has come?"
"Yes, Lord. The lord has come to see you."
"I shall go welcome him..." Scholar Lurun said as he rose, closing the book in his hand.
"Scholar Lurun, there is no need for you to welcome me. I came in myself." A light laugh rang out. As he spoke, Romon had already entered from outside.
"My lord." Lurun bowed as he spoke. Many people now addressed Romon as "Your Highness," but only his old trusted retainers still called him lord. That was itself a mark of closeness.
"It has already been decades. Why are you still so formal?" Romon said with a wave of his hand.
"You may all withdraw. I wish to speak with the lord for a while. Unless I call for you, none of you are to come near the study." Seeing Romon's arrival and knowing that he might wish to discuss something with him, Scholar Lurun dismissed all the servants at his side.
"Come, have some tea. I worked out this blend myself when I had nothing to do. It tastes very fresh, and the combination of several plants has a refreshing effect." After having Romon sit down, Scholar Lurun went to one side and took