On an afternoon that was not particularly bright, with dark clouds rolling in the sky outside, Tang Mo turned on the desk lamp and felt the intense heat radiating from the light bulb.
Under the light, he unfolded the third letter that Roger had sent back from Black Dragon Island, wearing a faint smile on his face. He liked such peaceful afternoons, enjoyed looking down at the familiar handwriting, witnessing joy leap onto the paper.
Tang Mo,
I have received the register and medals you mailed. I never dreamed that I, such an inconsequential old man, could one day become a baron of the Leite Kingdom.
As you said, a title is indeed something you can obtain if you truly desire it... I was excited for several days. Really, I suddenly wanted to visit my mother's grave to tell her about her son becoming a baron.
But I know there are more important things for me to do. I must help you look after this island, this island brimming with riches!
