Six months had passed since Pear and Elias left Valemoor.The village had changed dramatically.The small, once-forgotten settlement had begun to earn recognition across many countries.New houses stood proudly, paved roads connected every corner of the village, and the once-modest harbor had become a bustling port serving as the gateway for exporting Valemoor's agricultural products.None of this had happened by chance.Behind every transformation were countless hardworking hands, and behind all of them stood one man: Thom Haye.Thom stood atop the same small hill where he had once planned for war.Now, instead of seeing enemies, he saw vast green fields stretching to the horizon, small cargo ships anchored in the harbor, and villagers busily going about their daily work."Valemoor is growing incredibly fast, King," Red Dragon said as he stood beside him. "I never imagined we'd see something like this."Thom smiled faintly. "Neither did I, Red.""But we did it."Below them, Eclad wal

One Week Later…The morning sun bathed Lake Valemoor in a golden glow. Its shimmering waters sparkled like a sea of crystal, reflecting the brilliant blue sky above. Along the lakeshore, hundreds of neatly arranged wooden chairs faced a simple altar adorned with white and red wildflowers. The morning air was warm, peaceful, and filled with happiness.Jasmine's dream wedding was simple. She wanted nothing more than to get married by the shores of Lake Valemoor and celebrate the occasion with the children from the orphanage.Today, Thom made that dream come true.The children from the orphanage gathered in the front row, their eyes sparkling with excitement and curiosity. They laughed and ran between the rows of chairs, unable to contain their joy. For many of them, it was the first wedding they had ever witnessed, and today they had been invited to be part of the happiest day in their leader's life.Thom stood at the altar in a simple black suit. Beside him, Red Dragon stood proudly as

At night in their luxurious hotel suite overlooking the Eiffel Tower, soft city lights filtered through the sheer curtains. Jasmine sat on the edge of the king-sized bed, wearing a thin cream silk nightgown that clung to her curves. Her mind was still heavy with worry. They had met with two prominent wine merchants in Paris that day, and the results were the same. The men rejected Valemoor wines simply because they came from a remote village no one had heard of.“Thom, I am worried,” Jasmine said softly, staring at the floor. “What if our ambition fails? What if Valemoor never becomes known to the world as we dreamed?”The bathroom door opened. Thom stepped out casually, wearing only a white bathrobe that hung loosely on his athletic frame. His hair was still damp, and the masculine scent of soap lingered on his skin. He smiled faintly at his wife but did not immediately address her concerns. Instead, he approached, sat beside her, and let his hand rest gently on her thigh.“Honey…

The meeting room in the old building of Paris's 6th arrondissement suddenly turned into a stage of tension. Sir Reginald stood at the doorway with a flushed face, his eyes glaring at Thom, who remained calmly seated in his chair. The other businessmen present began to grow uneasy. Some of them tried to calm Reginald down, grabbing his arm and whispering for him not to cause a scene. "Sir Reginald, please, this is not the place," an elderly businessman said in a trembling voice. But Reginald paid no attention. He roughly shoved the man's hand away and stepped farther into the room. "Not the place? There's no better place than this! I heard that all of you have been secretly meeting with this man behind my back!" He pointed at Thom with a finger trembling in rage. "You think you can make deals behind my back? You think wine from some remote village can compete with my finest products?" Thom remained seated calmly. He took a slow sip of his tea, completely unfazed by Reginald's sh

The luxurious Paris ballroom continued to pulse with light conversation and the laughter of the guests.Crystal chandeliers glittered overhead, casting a warm golden glow throughout the grand hall.At the VIP table, Thom and Jasmine sat gracefully, enjoying the appetizers served by waiters dressed in crisp white uniforms.But the peace did not last long.Sir Reginald entered the ballroom with confident strides. Beside him walked two well-dressed men—both renowned wine businessmen who had also rejected Valemoor's products a few days earlier. They were his partners in the business alliance that had long dominated the European wine market.Reginald stopped at the entrance and swept his gaze across the ballroom. His eyes searched for something. Then he found it.At the VIP table, directly in front of the stage, sat Thom and Jasmine.A smug smile spread across Reginald's face. He turned to his two companions and said quietly, "Look, gentlemen. The villager actually came. I told you he'd sh