The Noble Council, ever since it was turned into a command post, inevitably bustled with people, mostly those of high rank.
Carl and the fat man entered the room.
Bastin pulled his daughter into a corner, clearly uncomfortable with the noble aura of the place, their rustic appearance starkly out of place.
"Another one here to buy a title?"
As the two waited, a lazy voice came from the next room:
"Useless!"
"That fat man is just a greedy echidna, his desires never satisfied. Getting a title from him would take peeling off everything one owns."
"Ah!" Rita instinctively responded:
"Wouldn't Grandpa Carl be disappointed then?"
"Heh," the person in the next room chuckled lightly:
"Re-registering as nobles isn't confined to just this place; perhaps elsewhere it's less troublesome."
"Don't mention re-registering..."
