The massive weight in Newcastle's heart finally fell, and this sounded much easier than eating, drinking, and having fun with the lads of the Royal Guard.
The key thing was that he didn't need to spend money. Never mind, he'd raise his hand, even raise both legs if asked.
"Thank you for holding me in such high regard, esteemed Baron... I am delighted to serve you. It's just that if there's anything like this in the future, it would be better if you could discuss it with me first. To be honest, this letter almost scared me into buying a ticket home."
Newcastle's face returned to a smile, relieved.
This profit-driven businessman was like a chameleon; the previous look of shock and anger as if his tail had been stepped on vanished as though it never existed.
Baron Wickton, with a cigar in his mouth, curled his lip, hiding the disdain in his heart behind an elegant smile and courteously saw his ally to the door.
Consult with you?
As if you are worthy.
