Duke Calvin sat alone in the study, the letter in his hand neatly trimmed, the sender being his eighth son, Louis Calvin.
The letter arrived almost precisely every three months, sent from the Northern Territory's Red Tide City to the Calvin residence in the Southeast.
"Tsk... this kid does know the rules." Duke Calvin's tone carried a hint of sarcasm.
He leisurely unfolded the paper, his gaze sweeping over the familiar opening phrases:
"Grateful for the family's protection and support, the governance of Red Tide Territory is stable, operations for this quarter are smooth, public sentiment is calm, preparations for winter are adequate..."
And the latter part of the letter touched on the issue of gold coins.
"Recently, due to the needs of building a new port, the plan is to expand the shipyard, lacking skilled shipbuilders and technicians, hoping for the family's assistance in coordination...
