Before Parlcha could answer, Dimm seemed to remember something, his whole body trembled, he turned and slipped into his cramped and narrow blacksmith's shop, bolted the door shut, and looked utterly shaken.,“The old master and madam have been dead for two years. According to imperial law, after the Frostfall month following the Hard Freeze month this year, the eldest son would inherit the title.” The young maid with rosy cheeks said with a hint of worry, “I wonder what will happen to the second young master after the eldest son inherits the title.”,Angel shrugged, a smirk playing on her lips: "I don't know. I just figure it gives me more control."。