Sherman had been on the road again and didn't have much time to stay at home all year round.
Sherman looked out of the window and sighed.
In this position, he had few people could talk with sincerely. Occasionally, when he wanted to talk with someone, he suddenly found that he didn't have close friends.
Even he didn't have a fair-weather friend because he was too busy.
Sherman didn't want to make friends with playboys. Many of the aristocrats couldn't say a word with Sherman, who had become marquis.
He would stay at Nita City for at least a month after he went back. After that, he would consider whether he should go to the north to talk about the fur business in person.
Without the fur, much business would be stopped. Their stock price was rising, but who didn't want to make more money?
Sherman wanted to make more money anyway.
Speaking of the trip.
"Do you know who hired the Blood to kill me?"
Sherman pulled down the window and asked.