"Winter Festival, I'm granting you two wishes. Feel free to tell me what you want."
As soon as the words fell, Durant and Lawrence exchanged glances.
"It's okay, you can say anything."
Rod playfully said, "If it really doesn't work, I'll promise you two something first."
"Lord Baron, your fifty elite guards are almost done with their training."
Durant was the first to speak, saying, "My wish is for you to arrange the promised full body armor as soon as possible..."
Lawrence also spoke up immediately,
"I was hoping you could raise the price of meat a bit more? They've been trading a lot of meat recently."
After stating their wishes, the smile on Rod's face was slightly wry.
"Don't mention matters of the territory. Talk about your personal life wishes."
Rod couldn't help but remind them.
This plunged the two back into silence.
"Shall I go first?"
Durant was the first to speak again, unbuckling his sword,
