Chapter 33

Dillard, who is currently in charge of the Lombardy general manager, entered the mansion early in the morning under the call of the Lord.

Dillard line has been a family member of Lombardy for generations, and their loyalty has been tremendous.

As a joke, it was said that the Emperor of the Dillards was Lombardy, not the real Emperor.

"It's been a while since you're here, Romense."2

At the mansion porch, the butler politely greeted him.

"Are we going to the Lord's office?"

"No. Today, there was a person who called you to the meeting room."

"Meeting room? Hmm."

Dillard answers as if it were a big deal while stroking his short beard.

This Lombardy's general manager was old but never stepped back from the front lines for a moment.

Still, all of Lombardy's contracts and advances have gone through his desk.

Obviously, although his job does not require him to meet Lord in person he was called in hastily, and he was nervous, thinking that something might have happened.

But come into the conference room.

Then he asked the deacon.

"Are there any other people here besides me?"

The deacon replied with a small smile.

"Currently, Bray's, Herrin's, Bilki's, Devon's, and Were's have already arrived. You are the last in Rome."

Dillard's face became more confused.

All the families the deacon spoke of were those who were serving Lombardy like Dillard.

Like the Dillard family, some people were in charge of major businesses such as banking, education, transportation, agriculture, and architecture.

Dillard, who quickly stepped in, hurriedly opened the door of the meeting room.

Lord of Herin's was greeted Dillard first.

"Oh, it's been a long time."

"Do you know what the hell is going on?"

However, he was the same as he shook his head.

Romense, the general manager search for an empty seat, sit down and asked the same question to Bray's first son, who was sitting next to him, but the answers were similar.

"I don't know well either. I suddenly got a call yesterday..."

"It's true. It's not common to call them like this......."

Romense was right.

It was only at the New Year's party at the beginning of the year and Lulak's birthday banquets that this number of people gathered at once.

Then, the door opened and another person came in.

"No, even you, Clerivan?"

It was Clerivan with a drowsy face.

While looking at the middle for a moment, Clerivan naturally came to the side of Romense and sat down.

Romense Dillard, who was briefly surprised by the appearance of Clerivan, said hello in a small, low-key voice.

"It's been a long time, Clerivan."

Clerivan, who rubbed his eyes as if tired, replied with a small voice, raising his head a little.

"Yes, father."

Clerivan's surname pellet was his mother's surname.

Dillard's illegitimate child, Clerivan, grows up and lives apart from the Dillards family.

The vassals in the left who were familiar with the relationship of the rich man pretended not to hear the greetings shared by the two.

After a while, Lulak Lombardy opened the door of the conference room and entered.

Except for the old Were's Lord, everyone jumped up and greeted them from where they were sitting.

Lulak laughed as he beckoned to sit at them.

"Everyone was here."

Contrary to what they were worried about, his smiley face looked very pleasant.

Thanks to this, the gathered vassals became more suspicious.

"The reason I called everyone today is ....."

There was tension in the middle of the seat.

When Lulak beckoned once, the attendant came out carrying something on the tray.

Sweet.

One small pot was placed in front of each person.

He couldn't figure out what it was, tightly tied with a pretty red string.

"Hmm? What is this smell?"

Asked Dillard, carefully bringing his face to the jar.

"It smells cool, but it's the first time I smell it."

"I know, right."

Those who are in a hurry already lifted the jar and even shaken it slightly.

Lulak, who looked at them with a smile, said.

"It's about."

"......The medicine?"

I had guessed at the bitter smell.

The vassals stared at each other's faces in the distance.

"Can I open it?"

When Clerivan asked, Lulak nodded coolly.

To the vassals who quarreled back and forth for curious minds and unwrapped the red ribbon, Lulak explained more.

"It's a versatile ointment applied to a painful place. Especially, it's a special medicine for muscle pain and people with poor joints like me."

"Hoh"

As they got older, the vassals that had one or two uncomfortable places looked into the ointment while shining their eyes even more.

"Oh! But they said don't apply it to skin peeling or bleeding wounds!"

Devon's raised his index finger and said firmly.

"But why... "

Finally, Devon's Lord asked in a small voice.

Lulak smiled as if he had been waiting for the question.

"Do you know who made the ointment?"

"Well, well... ."

"That's my granddaughter!"

Soon after, Lulak's 'Hahahahaha!' Followed by loud laughter.

"Speaking of a granddaughter."

The current third generations of Lombardy's direct lineage were still young.