The First Dispute

"Ryan, you came at just the right time."

"I told you I wouldn't treat you unfairly. Grand Duke Mayers and the others originally wanted Northwind Province to provide metal ores for the Empire's future, but when I considered that your territory lies in Northwind Province, I rejected their proposal."

Ryan stared wide-eyed at the Empire's new emperor. That was it?

"Well, Ryan? You can now have a greater say in Northwind Province."

Ryan smiled and said, "Your Majesty, your bearing really resembles that of His Majesty Columbus III."

"Hahaha, Ryan, you're right. I will surpass my father."

Ryan thought that wasn't what he meant. Volvo was just as stingy as Columbus III and equally skilled at using every possible method to cut down the nobles' merits.

"Thank you for Your Majesty's generosity."

Ryan had originally come to ask for resources. It now seemed he would get none, so he simply turned it into a courtesy visit.

The exchange was completely empty, mainly meant to show reverence for the new emperor's majesty. In less than ten minutes, Ryan chose to take his leave.

After leaving the emperor's palace, Ryan took a deep breath. His narrowed eyes carried a faint chill.

"Heh heh."

Ryan suddenly laughed and strode toward the exit.

At Count Clayton's residence, Ryan also needed to bid this great noble farewell.

"Father, I must return to the Northlands. War cannot wait, and countless soldiers die every day."

At present, the Imperial Capital was caught in a political struggle between the emperor and Grand Duke Fleming. Great nobles such as Count Clayton and Grand Duke Rodriguez circled within it. While the enormous whirlpool of the Imperial Capital could swallow everything, it was also difficult for it to stir up any greater waves.

Quite a few nobles were leaving the