"Please!"
It was somewhat amusing, actually. Hudson had been a Noble for so many years, yet he had never visited the pleasure quarters.
The life of debauchery among the Nobility that was spoken of in legends remained unexperienced by him; instead, his constant companions had been the sounds of clashing iron and the chaos of battle.
Perhaps after the war was over, he should take the opportunity to see what he was missing. Otherwise, he would fall short of topics when boasting with others.
...
"Your Marshal, the Kingdom will take all of these potions you have!"
Upon hearing the words of Prime Minister Duke Newfoundland, Hudson nearly spat out the mouthful of tea he had.
What had given them the illusion that the Kingdom had the capacity to take in all the potions he possessed?
If the Kingdom truly dared to clear out his stock, they might as well be prepared to declare bankruptcy tomorrow!
