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After tallying the accounts, there were enough gold coins and supplies to maintain the manor's annex for half a year. By that time, the magic potions and crops should also be harvested, just in time to restock.
Besides,
Russell could occasionally make trips to Fluorescent Castle to scrounge a bit. In short, a lord's leisurely life didn't require too much worry.
"Cheers, Morris."
"Cheers, Sir."
Having finished a glass of red wine, Butler Morris tactfully took the bottle and left.
Russell also bathed and went to bed but perhaps it was the story Lord Uterras boasted about that afternoon that filled his mind, making him toss and turn restlessly in bed.
He kept thinking about great dragons, bipedal flying dragons, snow giants, snow demons, snow ghosts, and such.
"Even the weakest snow demon is comparable in strength to a Phantom Beast Knight. I still have a long way to go... Let's set a small goal first, to fully open the meridians in my hands as soon as possible!"
