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In a small manor outside Qiuming City, a middle-aged man, wrapped in a black bear fur coat, strolled through the vast white snowfields, hands clasped behind his back.
He had always relished leaving his footsteps in the snow and enjoyed the sensation of his soles making contact with the packed snow. He disliked staying inside a warm house.
It had been so for many years.
"Father! Father!"
A carriage came from far down the street and stopped at the entrance of the manor. A young man, dressed suitably in a suit with a distinct British style, leaped from the carriage and hurried into the snowfield, running toward the middle-aged man.
"Goffman, why the rush?" The middle-aged man stopped, turning to look over.
"Father, I just heard that the Emperor has signed the "Prohibition Order", restricting the production of alcohol!" exclaimed the young Goffman.
"Oh, that's of no consequence to us. The Emperor is using the interests of the small traders to feed back to the nobility."
