After all, serfs were wealth, too, and the nobles would not give up such assets lightly unless they decided to migrate away or had lost hope for restoring the polluted farmlands.
The two men continued to drink sullenly for a while, as the number of nobles at the gathering gradually dwindled. Then York from the Tyren Family approached them again.
"The night is deep—aren't you planning to head back?"
"Let's drink a bit more," Jeff said. Sandy did not reply, but simply lifted his glass to take a sip, his cheeks already slightly flushed.
"Is it the new decree that's troubling you?" York asked, smiling as he sat down with his glass of wine.
Sandy snorted, "I'm afraid nine out of ten people at this gathering are troubled over the great Lord of Tilamei's new decree!"
"Indeed," York chuckled, then added casually,
"But what can be done? On the Tilaimei Plain, isn't it the new Lord of Tilamei who calls the shots?"
