Evening.
The center of Far Sail City, the magnificent Orange Leaf Castle of the Marquis Aimoer Clan is brightly lit.
In the opulent banquet hall, gentlemen and ladies, elegantly dressed, both familiar and unfamiliar, are gathered in groups of threes and fives, each holding a wine glass.
Although the banquet has yet to officially begin, all the guests are making every effort to showcase themselves on this high-level social stage.
"Sir Melville, the cotton on your farm should be nearing harvest season, right? How's the market this year, or are you planning to ship it back home?"
"Ah! It's Mr. Cork, thank you for your concern. The market this year is nothing to worry about; the insightful Marquis has already reserved my entire harvest, hahaha..."
"Congratulations, congratulations!"
