Back home, planning to take a good rest for a few days without anything to do, Aiven was hurriedly called back to the ship by Gel the next day and met a mysterious guest.
"Aiven, this is Mr. Brown, steward of Count Tuya."
"Mr. Brown, this is my nephew, Aiven."
Though Aiven was a bit puzzled, he still politely shook hands with this middle-aged man who had a similar aura to Grandpa Leo.
"Mr. Aiven, you are truly a promising young man. If His Lordship the Count knew that his property's new owner is such an outstanding youth, he would certainly be very pleased!"
The middle-aged steward named Brown, seeing his Captain's insignia, made a slight compliment before getting down to business, bowing slightly with the most standard and elegant posture: "Colonel, Mr. Aiven is here, so let's begin."
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