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Three days later at noon.
Baron Rod was in the study of the Red Griffin Clan, examining the caravan's inventory and the list of noble gifts with Vivian.
Once the nobles learned that Avril became the successor and of Rod's status, the gifts were no longer luxury items but rather direct enhancement to the territory's strength—"strategic resources."
Armor, weapons, craftsman slaves, warhorses, pack horses, and even some directly delivered dairy cows.
Looks like these nobles have done their homework.
Just too many items and too fragmented, those not needed will have to be sold or exchanged for other resources.
"Knock, knock, knock."
A knock sounded.
"Sir, it's me, Vika."
"Hmm, come in."
With Rod's permission, Vika pushed the door open, showing clear fatigue on his face.
"You should take care to rest, Vika."
Rod looked at Vika with concern, "I'd be very upset if you collapsed."
"Thank you for your concern, I will rest."
