Tonight, it rained again in the castle. The air outside was getting colder with the wind blowing hard. The flames of torches lit along the halls of the castle, swayed by the wind, either wanting to die or continue to burn.
Albert was still busy sitting at the marble table in the library, calculating every income that came in for the needs of the entire castle and its servants. Lately, his income from agricultural products has decreased a lot due to the uncertain weather. Even several times, Albert experienced crop failure. If the situation continued like this, maybe next season he and his family and all his servants could starve to death.
His only hope was Golden Land, he had already planned to start earning gold from there. The design is almost finished. If he could retrieve the gold, his future and that of his descendants would be safe, and he wouldn't have to worry about anything anymore.
