The pen tip swept across the paper. Liquid sealing wax was poured onto the bottom corner of the document. After sitting still for several seconds, a ring-shaped lord's seal was pressed down. When the seal was lifted, an imprint remained.
Su Xiao picked up the document from the table and looked at the Red Dwarf city lord opposite him. He was the last of the eight city lords. Seeing Su Xiao's gaze, the Red Dwarf city lord immediately signed one of the contracts on the table.
Please do not misunderstand. This was a legitimate contract, provided by the relevant agencies of the main city. Its purpose was to further strengthen the lord's means of controlling the city lords. Otherwise, every city lord would essentially be a smaller lord.
After letting Baha see the Red Dwarf city lord out, only Su Xiao and Bubu Wang, who was snoring away on the bed behind him, remained in the guest room. With a snap, the lights went out. Su Xiao sat in the darkness and pondered. His current opponent, the lord's steward, had been far too weak.
His original plan had been to have the eight city lords, who desperately needed supplies, clash with the steward. Even if they won, the eight lords should have paid some price. Yet the actual situation was different. The steward's death had been part of the plan, but the eight city lords had won far too easily.
This made Su Xiao think of two possibilities. First, the minor lord of Winterfell, Gulwei, was not as simple as she appeared. It was still impossible to say who was truly the puppet. Perhaps the steward had been nothing more than the minor lord's shield.
That was not impossible. A ten-year-old human girl had inherited her father's position as lord,