About ten kilometers outside the city of Venice, within an ancient castle, Viscount Olabi was holding a grand welcome banquet for the guest of honor who had just recently returned, Baron Feckney.
This was not Baron Feckney's first visit here, but unlike his previous visit, the welcome banquet was much higher in standards.
It was apparent that this time, Viscount Olabi was very enthusiastic, quite different from the last time when it was merely a perfunctory reception.
When you are poor in a bustling city, no one asks about you; when you are wealthy in remote mountains, distant relatives come to you.
Baron Feckney deeply felt this truth. Ten years ago, he had gone into debt to develop a colony, and had been the subject of much ridicule; nowadays, the past ridicule had turned into praise.
Even though he was far off in the African Continent, nobles who were well-informed about the news considered such distances no barrier at all.
