The night was deep, and the lights of Baron Devor's estate were dimly lit, with moonlight crawling all over the dark green fence walls.

Frey, having fooled around the whole day outside, jumped off the carriage, full of excitement as he rushed through the family gate, the floor resounding with the triumphant thuds of his boots.

Just today during daylight, he witnessed a genuine knight duel at the largest and most luxurious arena in the Holy City!

He was thrilled, impatiently eager to tell his father, and used the opportunity to pester him into acquiring a genuine warhorse—a horse worthy of the heir to the Devor baron family's legacy!

Although Little Devor often showed a smelly face in front of his mischievous friends, arrogantly expressing his disdain for the knight title, his father was different from those fellows... He had to make his father feel that the money spent was worthwhile.

"Father! You'd never guess who I saw at the arena today! Colin! Roxey Colin! The Imperial Legendary Prince! He was right next to Marshal Laco... By Saint Sis, that highness is truly gentlemanly! It's a pity I didn't get his autograph..." He ran excitedly towards the drawing room but was stopped at the door by the steward.

"Young master, the Baron is discussing important matters with a guest, so I'm afraid you can't enter now." The steward's expression was filled with humility, but his voice carried an uncompromising tone, standing in front of the young master.

Clearly, this was a task personally assigned to him by Master Devor.

Frey immediately showed a look of disappointment, pouting unhappily: "What guest? More important than my horse—cough, than me?"

The steward showed a gentle yet somewhat helpless smile, explaining softly: "The Baron is hosting the White Dew District Director of the Imperial Royal Bank, Mr. Alton, and his wife... They're discussing important matters, and please understand."

"A bank director?" Frey was stunned upon hearing this, his mind suddenly filled with curiosity, "What is he here for?"

Is our family that rich and still needs to borrow money?

"I don't really know the specifics," the steward cautiously glanced around, confirming there was no one and then slightly leaned in, lowering his voice, "But... from their conversation, it seems related to land acquisition."

"Land acquisition!"

Frey's eyes lit up instantly, the discontent in his chest wiped away, replaced by an uncontrollable excitement.

He had long felt his father was too pedantic, guarding a few scant acres passed down by ancestors, with no ambition to expand, just living off what remained. Since their family consumed the Cosia family's land, the Devor family's territory hadn't expanded for nearly ten years!

And now, perhaps stimulated by what he'd said before, his hopeless father finally was taking action!

This was what he imagined the Devor baron should be like—owning vast lands, grand estates, and even having a knight order like those great nobles.

The scene of him galloping on horseback, majestic and awe-inspiring, suddenly flashed in Frey's mind, and he couldn't help but smile secretly.

Impatiently grabbing the steward's sleeve, he eagerly asked, "How much land does Father want to buy? A hundred acres? Two hundred acres?"

Startled by his enthusiasm, the steward quickly waved his hand.

"I... really don't know. Young master, please don't ask me, how could the master tell me about such things? If you're interested, wait until the master finishes talking with Mr. Alton and ask him yourself."

He dared not casually interfere in such matters; usually, the master would inform him only after acquiring the land and deciding its use, instructing him to manage it.

"That's true; such matters obviously cannot seek your opinion... I understand the situation, I'll patiently wait for a while."

Frey nodded contentedly, putting on the air of the family's head, yet his gaze subtly fell on the closed drawing room door, his face marked with impatience.

Seeing this young master finally calm down, the steward breathed a sigh of relief and stepped aside with a slight bow.

The whole family relied on Master Devor and his wife; neither Young Master Devor nor the lady of the house were easy to manage.

He had dedicated his life to serving this family, yet at this moment, couldn't help worrying about the precarious honor...

Just hoping that the downfall of that honor wouldn't occur in his generation.

By Saint Sis's blessing, may the master hold out!

...

At the same time, inside the drawing room.

Huck raised his teacup, ready to take a sip, when he suddenly heard the sound of boots landing outside, mingled with the excited chatter of a young man.

He slightly inclined his ears to listen, then couldn't help but smile benevolently, saying warmly to the Devor baron couple, "Your child is truly lively, surely a remarkable gentleman in the future."

Ralph gently shook his head, his smile a bit helpless, yet concealing a trace of imperceptible fondness.

"There's no helping it, young people always have abundant energy. He went to the Holy City arena today for excitement, probably saw a lot of novelty at the knight tournament, and now he can't wait to share it all with me."

Huck's wife Jenny said teasingly, smiling, "Then aren't we stealing the respected father?"

"Respected?" Ralph pouted, snorting a laugh, "Luckily he's past the age of pulling my beard, otherwise I couldn't endure his 'respect'."

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