The Count stared at the chest, unable to speak for a moment.
Twenty thousand gold coins! This was almost equivalent to the total annual income of the Ralph Clan during its heyday.
And the shops in the Royal Capital East District were even more invaluable, with the rent alone each year enough to maintain the daily expenses of the entire estate.
"Moreover..." Orlando took out a letter from his pocket, "This is a letter personally written by Master Ron."
The Count took the letter with trembling hands, eagerly opening it.
Yet there was only one sentence on the paper:
"Old man, don't send Magic Stone Fragments over here, I know the family has its struggles. Just take care of yourselves, I'm doing well here."
Touching the familiar handwriting, the Count's eyes unknowingly grew moist: "That boy..."
The son who once only knew how to have fun has quietly grown into someone remarkable who could think for the family.
