"Of course, if you're not satisfied with that parcel of land, we can discuss it. West Coba's Earldom is also an option, you know."
"The lord has given the command, you're free to choose your own territory."
The panicked shouting led the old couple to exchange a look and then burst into laughter. Professor Malcolm shook his head and released his blushing wife, whispering:
"Our lord really understands the human heart. He always knows exactly when to dangle a carrot to make us work even harder.
Look, you were just talking about blessings for our descendants, and in the blink of an eye, we now have a piece of hereditary land."
"We need to choose carefully."
Mrs. Fiona patted her cheeks to calm herself down, pondering:
"How about near Bataxin City? It has a strong commercial atmosphere and is bound to become the commercial hub of Transylvania in the future."
"Mhm, it's all up to you, I won't get involved. You decide, Knight Fiona."
