"How are today's yields?" Jamie, new lord of Nimrim held an olive fruit in his right hand, while examining hundreds of baskets laid out before him.
Although before him were over a hundred baskets worth of olive fruits, he knew depending on his sight would be a fatal flaw.
Should the yield and money coming from this tree reduce and he had no explanation to give to the lord, his life would be at stake.
After all, there were many who would accuse him of embezzlement!
Many who wanted his position! The last lord was an example of a man who fell from the grace of His Lordship.
"Today's yield is 15 percent lower than yesterday's, My Lord." Alfred, his right hand man whispered, his tone unstable. Jamie couldn't tell if it was due to fear of the astronomical drop or something else.
Jamie's eyes narrowed, his gaze intensifying as he scrutinized the evergreen olive tree. His expression turned thoughtful, his mind likely racing with calculations.
