I Became the Tyrant’s Servant - Chapter 12
“Drink and listen, Duke Baloa.”
The Marquis of Sherrington laughed loudly.
Instead of showing me the estate, the marquis immediately led me to the marquis’s dining room.
At first glance, the dinner seemed splendid, but somehow the contents were lacking.
There are many dishes, but meat dishes were one of the top five, and even that, there was only one type of beef.
Thanks to this, I was eating beef very evenly by part.
The wine I took a sip to moisten my mouth was certainly expensive, but it seemed to have been slightly damaged as if it was stored incorrectly.
But for now, we have to be polite. So that the Marquis could lower his guard as much as possible.
“Thank you for the grand dinner.”
A smooth voice came out.
“How’s the estate going these days?”
“Well, I’m dying. The land is dry and the famine continues, so I feel sorry for collecting taxes from the residents.”
The Marquis sighed, waving a heavy hand adorned with a gold ring.
“Oh. A bad harvest?”
Pretending to be drinking wine, I added slyly.
“The Baron from the neighboring estate seemed to be doing a pretty good job at farming.”
The Marquis’ eyes flashed for a moment.
“Really? The little young man?”
It was a short word, but it was full of displeasure, envy, and greed.
“Why, is the marquis interested in berry farming?”
“Ha. No. I was just wondering how crops came out of that barren land.”
To interpret it, it was unpleasant that Baron Hanae, whose level was far below Marquis, suddenly flourished greatly in business.
“I know a lot about Berry Farming”.
When I said that, I could see him listening as if he were not a marquis.
However, I was not a berry fanatic, and in fact, all I knew about berry farming was a little bit.