Zachary lowered his head, gently sipping wine as a glint of calculation flashed in his eyes.
He sighed with feigned helplessness: "Perhaps. After all, this Tudor seems not to understand respecting others. If it were me, I'd definitely come personally in advance to pay respects to your lordship."
Earl Foss frowned deeply, anger beginning to surface on his face.
The banquet's clamor seemed drawn to these words, the atmosphere growing somewhat heavy.
Earl Foss was silent momentarily, then slapped the table: "This Tudor needs a lesson. Make him know the Northern Province isn't a lawless place."
"In the coming operation, I'll send him to the most dangerous places, charging at the front!" Earl Foss thought, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
Plan successful.
