Later that day, Count Abbott came to visit me at my mansion. I made sure to
explain about Pi-chan before opening the door.
Count Abbott is a thin man in his fifties with silver hair and about 170cm
(5.5 feet) tall. The wrinkles etched into his face seem to reflect a strength
of will or hard work and stress.
His house was ambivalent to me up until now, though
he was watching my escapades like a lot of nobles. It’s only natural that a
person like him would investigate the rapidly growing liquor trade in my
territory. It was only bad luck that led to the spy being captured.
“How did you manage to catch him?” Count Abbott
He opens his green eyes to listen, it seem he can’t think of how I was able
to capture a skilled spy.
It seems the Count places more importance on the territory management than
military skills, as my military experience seems to be unknown to him. It seems
he is worried about the fact that I was able to discover his involvement in the
spying. The spy had been serving for years and was highly trained.
After the explanation of the interrogation (torture) by Patrick, the spy
obviously gave up his secrets.
“I feel like vomiting…” Count Abbott
He looks a bit askance. He apologizes again and gifts me ten daggers made of
fine iron from his territory. There are many territories with mines in the
North, but Abbott’s territory is known for especially pure iron and skilled
blacksmiths. I gratefully accepted the daggers and we started to talk about
future relations between our houses.
“It makes sense to trade iron from the Abbott territory in exchange for liquor
from my territory, so let’s setup a direct trade route for that purpose.” Pat
“It would also be good to exchange pertinent information and such, so let’s work
together in the future!” Count Abbott
“That sounds great, it would be my pleasure.” Pat
Then we shook hands and I gave the Count a selection of liquor and a fine chess