"Lord Velin, to be honest, I discovered an Ancient Ruins in Millet City, but I lack the ability to develop it." Eli lowered his voice and spoke quietly.
Velin looked at him, his curiosity piqued, but his expression remained calm and composed as he said evenly, "Viscount Eli, you should be taking this matter to Count Letaen. After all, the southeastern region of North Horn of Asia is effectively controlled by the Twelfth Army."
Eli forced a bitter smile. "Lord Velin, even without me saying it, you should know why I kept it hidden."
Seeing this, Velin nodded instinctively.
Count Letaen was powerful and an outstanding commander, but he was also notoriously greedy and lustful.
If Eli chose to report it, he would probably be transferred away the very next day, with one of Letaen's confidants taking over Millet City.
"Viscount Eli, I understand your difficulties, but this is still territory controlled by the Twelfth Army. If word gets out and Count Letaen forcibly intervenes, you may end up with a reputation for betrayal." Velin wore a gentle expression as he offered the reminder.
Eli hugged his staff to his chest, his face filled with conflict.
Seeing him deep in thought, Velin was in no hurry. He stood to one side and waited calmly.
If I gain it, it is my fortune; if I lose it, it is my fate.
If he was afraid and decided not to seek his help any further, then it would be as though this had never happened.
But if he made his choice and was willing to share the Ancient Ruins with him, Velin would gladly help him withstand Count Letaen's pressure.
As for taking it by force, he had never considered it. While that might bring temporary gains, it would also ruin his