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Arriving at Red Castle, it was already the end of May.
Roland had his own friends to visit, and lovers in the little courtyard who needed soothing, so Russell moved alone.
He first went to visit Count Merlin.
"Grandfather, here are one hundred boxes of Frost-Rain Dragon cigars for you," Russell gestured for his subordinates to carry in a hundred boxes of cigars, "After a period of ice fermentation, these Frost cigars have reached the perfect quality."
The tobacco leaves, endowed with magic power, could reach the best taste after simple fermentation.
"Good, I have finally waited for the Frost cigars," Earl Merlin directly had someone open a box of Frost cigars and lit one up to take a delicate taste, "The flavor surpasses that of White Dew and Cloud Mist by a great deal, not bad, not bad!"
"It was also after several refinements that I finally determined the taste of the Frost series," Russell said with a smile.
