"Exactly because of this." The Civil Guard Officer gently placed the register on the table, carefully breaking the seal, flipping through the pages as he asked, "Mr. Majiya, how many acres of land do you own?"
"We..." Old Majiya pondered over his words, "just live a comparatively affluent life."
The Civil Guard Officer found the answer in the register, "Mr. Majiya, you have registered land under your name totaling four hundred and twenty-two acres, two-thirds of which is arable land, and the remaining one-third is mountainous — including the forest on it. In Oak Town, you are the wealthiest manor owner."
"This amounts to nothing," Old Majiya replied humbly, "in face of your authority."
