The caravan that Gregory took consisted of fifteen carriages and one steam-powered car.
Harley himself had the luxury of riding with the master as he served diligently. According to intel, they were supposed to arrive at their destination in a couple of minutes.
"Master, you do know that this expedition is risky." Harley spoke, pouring Gregory a cup of tea.
Gregory only looked at him, running a hand over his smooth chin.
"There is no reward without risk. The bigger the risk, the bigger the reward." Gregory smiled, taking a full gulp of the tea.
There was a reason why, in a city where people constantly struggle, Gregory was able to rise despite all of the competition.
The first way to become a noble is by reaching a specific level of wealth, and the second way is to be adopted by a noble family. But Gregory started his own family on his own, with only his trade skills.
