919 Count Ara

The first person to approach Wolfe was a Rank Four mage, a burly man with a striking similarity to the twin boys who were seated under the tree next to them.

"You must be Count Ara. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am serving as chaperone for the Lady Mora, who seems quite smitten with your twin sons." Wolfe greeted the man.

The Count sighed as he looked at them having fun and not paying any attention to what was happening around them.

"Did they make their usual pitch? They've been trying to share a wife since they found out what wives were all about." The Count chuckled.

Wolfe shook his head. "They were quite reserved. But when I noticed that the Lady might be interested in such an arrangement, I gave them a little push in the right direction. I don't suppose that you have any objections to the adopted daughter of a Baron? She is still noble both by birth and blood, though she's not a strong magic user. At least not yet."