The candlelight flickered, illuminating the letter spread out on the desk. The handwriting was neat, matching the character of the cautious and prudent old butler, Bradley.
Duke Calvin's gaze fell on the beginning of the letter, and he had only modest expectations for this son.
However, as he delved deeper into the words, the Duke's initially indifferent expression gradually tightened, and his brow slowly furrowed.
"Outperforming other pioneer territories?"
Agricultural breakthrough, crops maturing ahead of schedule?
Solving the housing problem more efficiently than established territories?
The Demon Marrow Ore not only being successfully mined but also having a scientific mining plan in place?
Even slave management optimized to the point where no flaws can be found?
Especially the part about the grain yield supporting an additional 1,500 slaves, which gave him pause.
He sat up a bit, glanced at Bradley's signature.
