Adil clenched his fist and slammed the table heavily.
In today's battle, at least three hundred elite Mamluks, loyal only to him and trained at great expense, were killed. This loss for him may not be much, but this is only the first day of the siege.
"Master Salman, my King provides you with countless resources every month. Just the Purple Willow Grass you demand monthly requires thousands of people to specially gather it. Can't this exchange grant you an exception this once?"
Under the veil, Salman's dark face showed a hint of displeasure: "The agreement is thus... I got benefits from Saladin, I admit. If you, if you think this deal isn't worthwhile, feel free to terminate it!"
Rarely speaking to others, Salman's tone was somewhat stammering, but the firmness within his words was evident.
The solid dam on the Nile River often collapses at a small breach.
