Arthur heard the question, straightened his back, squinted his eyes, and nodded slightly: "Hmm, very good question. Richard, very good question!"
Hutter spoke: "I know, you may still have a lot of work to do here, after all, you carry the Emperor's secret decree and bear the title of Imperial Envoy. But, forgive me for being blunt, a small place like Druiysk is not worth delaying your journey for several weeks. Your esteemed self should be sitting in the British Club in St. Petersburg and Moscow, enjoying Bordeaux wine, amidst everyone's compliments."
Arthur returned to the sofa and sat down: "Richard, I have to say, I do indeed think the same way. Of course, my plan to leave Druiysk is not because I'm shirking responsibility, but because, as far as I know, the Emperor will soon dispatch another Imperial Envoy to take over my work. I never do things like taking the spotlight just to showcase my abilities."
