"Don't make such lifelong requests so casually!" Laine said with a face full of black lines.
"But I feel like I have no chance like this." Alfred was still painfully conflicted: "An annual income of 800 Gold Crowns, no less than a 150 square villa or castle, and a Kingdom Knights title, I might not achieve that even if I work hard for twenty years."
"Mr. Alfred, by your standards, how many nobles in the entire Old World can meet her demands?" Fidmund tried to comfort him: "If I brought a woman working as a maid in the State Guesthouse back to Bodlukes and told my father I wanted to marry her, he'd probably throw me off Manannan Dry Dock to feed the sharks!"
