In their mid-thirties, Lord Filippus, now a Count, had attained his role as supreme commander of the royal army and Lord Karver had become head of the king's personal guard. By then, Lord Filippus had become the stern commander that everyone knew would lead them to victory no matter the circumstances. The town of Breggmorth had become a small city that was becoming an ideal place of commerce and trading. It was also starting to become well known for its agriculture. Cheese and fresh fruit were the most well-known products exported to many parts of the kingdom. All Breggmorth citizens were happy with how their new Lord had managed to step up and rebuild the land into such a beautiful place to live, even though he ended up dirt broke more than once in the beginning of his quest to do so. Being a famous hero of the country was certainly a big plus. They just wished he could relax a little. Always at the ready and willing to serve, but never to enjoy the finer things in life. This would be Lord Filippus’ life for another decade, until he became another useless relic that needed to be disposed of by the ever-changing times.