Just a short while ago, an apprentice scholar had declared that Baron Leech Clarence—the new heir to his late father's castle—had little more than a day to live. Fortunately, the apprentice added, Baron Leech would be able to pass the last moments of his life in a painless coma.
After his passing, Baron Leech's younger brother, Leo Clarence, would inherit the barony and the dilapidated Porcupine Castle. And when Leo, in turn, returned to the embrace of the Four Gods, he would pass the title and fiefdom on to his eldest son, ensuring the Clarence line would continue forever.
That was, of course, assuming Baron Leech actually died.

'So, what is that yellow dot?'
'My golden finger is summoning tombstones? Am I supposed to crush people to death with them?'


The success of the soap business in East Port once again reshaped Leech's perception.


A raven would often fly in with a letter in the morning, only for another to arrive in the afternoon.


This reaffirmed Leech's earlier conviction. 'Do the poor even have money? Making money off them is a difficult, thankless task. You should profit from those who have money, and since the nobles are rich, you should be making money off them.'


'Go to East Port, buy a storefront, and open a shop?'


Leech looked at the latest letter and gently shook his head.


'Rent, security, and the like are all minor issues. But going to East Port to do business myself would be a waste of manpower and resources. Ultimately, I'd just be generating revenue for them.'


The soap was just the bait. What he needed was for others to learn about Porcupine Territory and actually come visit.


Chapter 187 - Chapter 178: Weighing and the Caravan