Submission

"This is impossible!"

The dwarf Imaer cried out in disbelief.

"Could it be another dwarf clan? No, absolutely not. With brains made of stone like theirs, how could they possibly allow you orcs to pass through their territory?"

Imaer's face was filled with disbelief.

"Oh, I can reveal something to you—not another dwarf clan, so you can rest assured. When it comes to upholding tradition... they really are more principled than you, you know? Of course, you could also call it stubbornness."

It was unclear whom Old Orcish Eugene's words were mocking.

"Then you're lying! Other than passing through the dwarves' territory, the orcs have no other way to enter or leave the Aldo People's lands!"

Imaer's eyes turned bloodshot.

"Ahahahaha!" Eugene roared with laughter. "If that's the case, then where did all those goods from Aldo on the grasslands come from? And how did those specialties from the grasslands get into Aldo?"

"How do the human caravans and orc caravans enter each other's lands? Imaer, you don't think they flew there, do you?"

Imaer's eyes widened, his face filled with shock.

"You mean... through Watchman Fortress? You... you're insane!"

"How sturdy is that fortress, and how elite is the Aldo Army stationed inside? If you try to force your way in, you'll end up battered and bloody!"

Eugene stroked his beard and narrowed his eyes. "Hmph. That won't trouble you, Lord Imaer."

In truth, he was also feeling uneasy. Could the Gabellans' assurances really be trusted? "Then... Your Highness, the former prince of the Stonemason Clan, let us part ways here. The warriors of the royal tent will leave with me."

With that, Eugene turned around, lifted the tent flap, and prepared to leave.

"Wait!"

A deep yet clear shout stopped Eugene from leaving.

With his back to Imaer,