Ever since Bill and Tilly got engaged, his residence had completely moved from Georgetown International Port in the Tayman Archipelago to Jamestown Royal Harbor.

The portion of the Privateer Fleet involved in colonial escort duties had also all become his direct troops.

At least, that's how the Newman Family saw it.

The Newman Family had even specially prepared a luxurious estate for their daughter and future son-in-law, located outside the city and complete with its own hunting grounds.

Although Tilly did not live here permanently and had to return home early each evening like every other lady, she still spent most of her day clinging to Bill's side. This was according to their habit from before the engagement.

Today was no different; even though it was already evening, she wasn't in a hurry to go back.

It seemed she was treasuring every minute and every second spent with her fiancé.

"Bill" sat in his well-lit study. It was bright and immaculate, and most importantly, had been extravagantly furnished by the Newman Family.

He wore a military uniform meticulously tailored by the Newman Family's personal master tailor. It made him look majestic, and it felt cool and comfortable.

TAP, TAP, TAP...

His fingers tapped on the desk laden with documents. The pleasant sound attested that this seemingly unremarkable desk was anything but ordinary.

It appeared to be made of valuable teak wood, yet it was more than just teak.

It was a kind of high-quality material not easily obtained even with money in the current luxury furniture market: old ship teak.

These were teak deck planks that had been soaked in seawater for many years, disassembled and remade into high-end desktops or stands.

During the process, various mortise or nail holes, originally part of the ship's structure, were often intentionally preserved. This was to show that the wood had indeed served aboard warships.

The Newman Family was in charge of the Navy base's storage. Consequently, this premium business naturally became their monopoly and was widely welcomed by the nobility and wealthy merchant class.

They also owned large plantations producing sugar cane, tobacco, indigo, cocoa, and spices. In addition, they possessed lucrative daily establishments like the Song of the Nightingale, hotels, docks, taverns, and so on.

They had a hand in every industry outsiders could imagine, both in Jamestown Royal Harbor and across the 11,000 square kilometers of Arawak Island.

Furthermore, unlike Byron, the Newman Family was only that of an Earl. They didn't have a grand mission of national restoration to fulfill and thus lacked such large expenses.

In terms of high-end luxury, some profligate exile simply couldn't compare.

And for "Bill," who was enjoying all these benefits, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say this marriage had saved him twenty years of struggle.

Behind his back, countless people overtly criticized him while secretly their eyes burned red with jealousy, almost grinding their teeth to dust.

So what if the War Chariot is overloaded? So what if the cargo ship is full? I just like driving big vehicles! Steering big ships!

If one day I accidentally die from Miss Tilly turning over in her sleep, then it's my own fault, my fate!

Ill-tempered? People say she's fat, and she'll order them tortured to death, making 'fat' a forbidden word (Chapter 166)? They deserved it! People who judge only by appearances deserve such a fate.

Money doesn't matter; I just happen to like a fuller figure...

In the past, Bruh, bearing the identity of Bill, had disdained all of this.

If it hadn't been to honor his oath to safeguard his lord, he would never have given Tilly a second glance.

But accidents always come unexpectedly.

He also couldn't pinpoint when it happened, but suddenly everything changed.

He looked through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows. In the garden, a massive figure was picking flowers with a few maids. With her every step, the blossoms trembled. Bruh's gaze, watching her, held a new trace of infatuation:

A broad forehead actually symbolizes good fortune.

A flat nose is nothing serious; after all, I've seen so many high nose bridges that this girl is distinctly different.

Her cheeks are slightly sagging from being overweight, but well, how can one judge beauty by weight? I find her plumpness quite cute.

Even her trembling double chins have a hint of allure.

And her body, as swollen as a city wall—doesn't it exude an incredible sense of security?

Seriously, how come I never noticed she had so many merits before?

The engagement ceremony had passed many days ago.

Gradually, he found too many extraordinary qualities in his fiancée, Miss Tilly.

Bruh reexamined himself. He felt that, compared to his past self, he was perhaps ill. But what terrified him most was that he simply didn't want a cure!

And this desire to correct the error dwindled over time, becoming more and more passive.

He even felt that after they married, it would be quite good for them to live together harmoniously.

If he hadn't been Lancaster's most loyal retainer and the Guardian Knight to his lord, he wouldn't have sent Byron the communication explaining his abnormality.

He had even resolved to ask his lord to spare Tilly when the time came to settle accounts with the Newman Family.

If unsuccessful, he was prepared to die with her for loyalty and love.

His thoughts drifted, his face breaking into a blissful smile.

"Bill, what are you thinking about so intently? You're not thinking about me, are you? HAHAHA..."

The signature, barbell-like heavy laughter suddenly rang in Bruh's ears.

A pair of chubby hands, larger than silver platters, naturally rested on his shoulders.

It turned out Tilly had already come to his side, looking down at the documents on the desk.