"Family Head! The City Lord's Mansion has already deployed their massive army! What should we do now?"
The Weatherby family.
It should have been a time for peaceful slumber, yet nobody could sleep.
Jacob Weatherby paced back and forth in the lavishly decorated hall, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
"Where is Sherwood?!"
He turned to the butler, asking frantically, "Quick, tell the young master to move the money out first! If those bandits storm in, our Weatherby family's fortune, built over centuries, will be looted clean!"
"The young master is still lying in bed," the butler said with an embarrassed expression. "He married a new concubine last night and hasn't gotten up yet."
"Scoundrel! This lustful fool!" Jacob trembled with rage.
"Men of the Weatherby family are supposed to be righteous and virtuous. I, Jacob Weatherby, have stayed upright and pure, focused only on business. How did I end up with a son so infatuated with women?!"
