After a brief exchange, Leech and Baron Spark had conveyed their friendly intentions to one another.
He wasn't asking for a low price on iron ore, just that the Baron be willing to sell him more of it.
The development of his territory required a tremendous amount of iron.
Before the ball began, the hall served as a social venue for the nobles.
As Baron Spark and his group moved elsewhere to converse, a question formed in Leech's mind. 'This is a ball for young people. What is a group of middle-aged and elderly lords doing here?'
They could give the 'Red Rose' a birthday gift, but the best way would have been to send the gift without attending in person, just as Leech's own uncle had done for his birthday.
The entire banquet had a strange atmosphere.
Leech walked over to a table in a corner, sat down, and poured himself a glass of wine.
The crimson liquid, like blood, sloshed in the silver goblet engraved with intricate patterns as he gave his wrist a slight shake.
