Jane paused, her eyes lighting up with realization. The last time Logan hosted a gathering, he had introduced her to the entire Silver Mane family. The aunts had all extended invitations to visit their homes. She had been fretting over finding suitable gifts, and as a result, had delayed her visits. Now, she held the perfect offering in her hands.
As Logan suggested sharing the perfume, Jane realized it would indeed make a cherished gift for the women in their tribe.
"Coven, let's..." Jane started, her thoughts turning towards asking Logan to accompany her on the visits, but when she looked up, she found he had already slipped away.
"Sister Jane, my brother's stepped out!" Ginny informed her in a sing-song voice, noticing her puzzled look.
Jane sighed, half in frustration, half in resignation. "It's fine, let's not bother about him." While she felt a flare of irritation, she quickly reminded herself that as the Chief, Logan often had to attend to numerous responsibilities; he must be dealing with something urgent again.
"Ginny, how about we go visit your Second Mother? Would you like that?" Jane proposed, her tone brightening.
Ginny's face lit up with excitement. "Yes, yes, let's go!"
Meanwhile, Logan had already made his way to a familiar location, right next to his house, at the doorstep of his Uncle Begons residence, which was adjacent to the tribal government office.
Logan was no stranger here; though he often personally dealt with Uncle Begon's reports, the governance of the Silver Mane Tribe was a robust affair. Uncle Lot oversaw a vast network including the forge, workshops for production and food processing, the pharmacy, the agricultural and livestock divisions, the warehouse, and military logistics.
Beyond these visible operations, there were also the crucial but less noticeable departments like information archiving, tribal statistics, and internal oversight.
As Logan approached, two werewolf guards stationed at the entrance snapped to attention. "Hello, Chief!" they greeted, offering a salute filled with reverence.
Logan acknowledged them with a nod and proceeded inside the office.
"Chief, what brings you here?" a familiar voice called out as he entered.
Looking up, Logan spotted his Fifth Uncle Reynolds. With a warm smile, he responded, "Fifth Uncle, is Second Uncle around?"
"He's here," Reynolds replied cheerfully, "My brother is currently organizing the latest victim files."
"I need to speak with him. Could you take me to him?" Logan requested.
"Absolutely, follow me!" Reynolds agreed, leading the way with a smile.
Reynolds, standing by, shared in the astonishment but was equally impressed.
"Just say the word, and it's done," Begon responded, taking a moment to comprehend the full impact of the venture. With an additional 5,000 gold coins monthly, combined with the profits from Canyon City, their revenue could approach a staggering 10,000 gold coins per month.
"With that kind of income, we could expand the Silver Mane Tribe's operations exponentially!" Begon exclaimed, his excitement mounting.
"And there's more," Logan continued, "besides the brewery, we'll also construct a sugar-making workshop right here within the tribe."
Begon's enthusiasm soared. "Tell me everything I need to do," he urged, ready to take notes.
Logan laid out the plan with precision. "First, we need a sufficiently large space for the winery. Second, select the initial group of workers, 200 strong, loyal tribesmen who've been with us for some time. And third, we need about 50 individuals with exceptionally keen senses of smell, regardless of their background."
Begon nodded, understanding the first two points but puzzled by the third. However, he trusted Logan's foresight and prepared to execute the orders without question.
"Those are your three key tasks. Get them started immediately, and I'll begin the preparations tomorrow," Logan concluded, his tone resolute.
"Understood!" Begon affirmed, his mind already racing through logistics.
Turning to Reynolds, Logan smiled slightly, "And what about you, Uncle? Would you be interested in managing the new winery?"
Reflecting on Reynolds's transformation over the past few months, from a figure of controversy to a respected member of their leadership, Logan couldn't help but feel a sense of familial pride. It was a testament to the tribe's ethos: acknowledging past mistakes and moving forward with renewed purpose.
Moreover, Reynolds was not just any family member; he was one of Logan's two uncles left in this world, a truly valuable relative in their closely-knit family structure.
"Manage the winery?" Reynolds echoed, his expression a mix of surprise and burgeoning excitement. It seemed this was the first significant responsibility Logan had entrusted to him since assuming leadership.
He had almost resigned himself to being sidelined indefinitely! "Yes, I will!" Reynolds responded, his voice brimming with eagerness as he rose to his feet.
Begon, observing the exchange, couldn't help but smile. While Reynolds had previously been a source of frustration for him, this renewed version of his brother was exactly the man he had hoped to see. It was heartening to see Logan extend this gesture of reconciliation and trust.
"Excellent," Logan affirmed with a nod.
After wrapping up the discussion, Logan turned his attention to other tribal matters before exiting the governmental hall.
He was far from done for the day. His next stops were the manufacturing workshop and the forge. At the manufacturing workshop, he ordered the creation of distillation equipment and tools, and at the forge, he requested several large iron pots for the brewing process.