"And yet, here you are, gleeful about the fact that all the official documents of the baronet goes through you. Yet, you don't even know that all that is worthless. The under-table deals have already long been concluded. Paperwork is nothing but a formality. As for his letters, they're all sent in the official capacity and they aren't really something he holds with high regard.
"The real communication is always done in code. I'm sure that you can't read the personal letters he receives and can only pass them along. Am I right?"
"B-but... the baronet has praised me in front of you a lot, right?" Though Arbeit paled slightly, he didn't yield at all.
"That's just some lip-service. It doesn't cost him anything to do so. If you really want to hear praises, I can hire someone to sing your praises in front of you all day. But so what? Do you think that those words will instantly make you someone worth reckoning with?" Morssen didn't hold back and struck the heart of the matter. His eldest son is far too young and still hasn't matured personality-wise. He was easily misled by outward appearances and wasn't able to read between the lines like Morssen could.
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