Astha smiled, a coldness in his smile: "What a vain man. The lifeline of the Northern Territory will not be held back by such a person."
He looked at the map on the table, his gaze sliding across the snowfield between the Frost Dragon Territory and Red Tide: "No matter how many knights he brings, it's useless. As long as the meeting starts, he'll have to sit in front of me and listen."
"You seem very confident," Sai Fu probed.
He nodded confidently, a hint of satisfaction playing at the corners of his mouth. He was not boasting idly, but fully aware of his advantage.
This year, he was no longer the penniless prince he once was.
Several Southern nobles had extended a helping hand to him, with gold coins, metals, salt, supplies, and even some knights.
These people wanted a share of the Northern Territory's mines and trade routes, and also wanted to use him to suppress the young Louis of the Calvin Clan.
