Watching the servants' exceptional performance, Baron Devor smiled contentedly, turning back to gaze at Seine, his tone became more severe and cold: "Mr. Seine, I hope you do not harbor unwise fantasies. Perhaps I should remind you of my title, and then remind you… you are not negotiating a business deal, but using your land in exchange for your Lord's forgiveness of your debt. Do you understand my meaning?"
Seine wanted to say he didn't understand, because the words were too convoluted, but his pallid face prevented him from uttering a single word.
His family had cultivated this land for many years, but after all, they were just slightly bigger landowners, barely worthy of the term 'gentleman,' able to converse cheerfully with wealthy citizens, but not truly nobles.
Naturally, he didn't understand the intricate rules set up by the nobles.
