Every time Viscount Dickens introduced an official to Abel, that official would bow to him to show respect. By that point, Abel felt a weird atmosphere arising. It seemed like there was some kind of connection between these officials.
"Viscount Dickens, just leave the documents and the assets' account to my steward Bartoli. I won't question it. Just give me the contract of Harvest City's military!" Said Abel waving his hand.
"I'll take care of the accounts on behalf of my master!" Said Bartoli gently lifted up her hood, exposing a long white robe on her body. It was not luxurious, but it was made of pure silk.
"What? We will need to discuss this with a steward? A female steward?" Manager Edeze yelled like he had been deeply insulted as he looked towards Viscount Dickens. He was not planning to stay in Harvest a City anyway; he wanted Viscount Dickens to take him along. Earl Abel had told a female steward to take over, which was a huge insult to his dignity.
