Spoils

"Your Excellency, Abaal Great Chieftain."

Grand Duke Bradley's tone was extremely respectful. "We've already seen how invincible your army is. Those cowardly Rhodesney bastards are all fleeing at the first sign of danger."

"Hahaha, my dear friend, you can get straight to the point."

Abaal's eyes crinkled with amusement, but Bradley instead grew somewhat awkward under his gaze.

After a pause, he said, "The entire Northeast Region of the kingdom is now under our control. Great Chieftain, don't you think it's time to fulfill the second half of our agreement?"

"Agreement?" Abaal pretended to be surprised, his face full of disbelief. "Oh, right. We did have an agreement."

His tone made Bradley's heart rise into his throat. That muscle-bound savage isn't going to go back on his word, is he?

"In that case, let's carry out the second half of the agreement."

Abaal's words made Duke Bradley breathe a huge sigh of relief.

"Thank you, Abaal Great Chieftain. I'll deliver the agreed-upon gold and goods to your royal tent. May the friendship between the Bradley Family and the grasslands last for generations, forever and ever."

"Someone! Bring me the map!" The supreme leader of the Grassland Orcish waved a hand, and his servants immediately spread a huge map across the table.

What is he trying to do? Bradley felt a trace of foreboding in his heart.

Abaal stroked his chin, tugging at his beard as his eyes flashed with slyness.

"Du Sang, as proof of our friendship, I've decided to gift these towns to you."

"What?" Du Sang Bradley was utterly bewildered.

"This one, this one, and this one... As payment for fighting alongside us, I generously give them to you."

Abaal pointed at the map, naming the various locations one by one.

"My dear Du Sang, we won't need