"Such Brilliance, Lord Peter! Truly expected from someone as bright as you!" Viscount Glodeito said.
Peter who heard the words smiled with glee and twirled his mustache… if he was able to grow one.
"Yes, to bring such great works from such a far distance is truly great work." An Earl of less distinguished status spoke, trying to butter up Peter.
This two weren't the only ones, there were a few other old man in armor or young man with weak blood that stuck to Peter.
The man himself soaked in those words like he had been doing so proficiently from childhood.
The reason for such words were that the Dragonoir family had sent tools.
A few battering rams, catapults and siege towers. Tools that were necessary but not sought after by support calls, but the Dragonoir family still sent them.
I knew precisely why they did that.
