Daimon looked into Henry's eyes and suddenly felt a little guilty. This information was all "public," so what was the harm in telling him?
Besides, if Henry truly wanted to investigate, he would definitely get to the bottom of it. Why should Daimon leave Henry with a bad impression of him?
"Fine. Vlandia's royal descendants are trying to use money to win over the coastal sea merchants, intending to use them as thugs to corrupt those Lesser Nobles.
As for the northern lands, it should be the descendants of Kiev Rus princes and Kusait descendants plotting something."
Henry nodded. Everything matched his own suspicions, but he wanted to hear something more explosive, such as...
"What is the Overseas Kingdoms' attitude toward Vlandia? The Empire has traded with the Overseas Kingdoms for one or two hundred years already. Do we still know nothing about them?"
Daimon swallowed and said, "Henry, I really don't know about that. Only the King's Military Intelligence Department knows intelligence about the Overseas Kingdoms. You graduated from the academy too, so you should know that this kind of information is top secret."
Henry curled his lip. "Fine. I've asked everything I wanted to ask. Let's enjoy the lemon cake. Of course, if you get any information, you have to tell me."
"Definitely, Henry. We're friends." Daimon agreed without even thinking.
First, he would take the job. Daimon could practically see the endless stream of intelligence fees waiting for him in the future. As for deceiving Henry, he did not dare. At most, he could say he was unclear or did not know.
After Daimon left, Henry felt a little troubled. He had received too much scattered information today. It tangled together in his mind and left him feeling muddled.
He slowly walked to the bed and sat