Pine Mountain

"I understand. You can't understand me right now, but soon... you'll know that I haven't forgotten you." Fernandez I spoke against his true feelings, yet no one thought he was lying.

At least judging from his conduct over the years, he had been relatively close to the Booker Tribe.

Whether it was producing heirs or appointing a number of Booker generals to important positions, both had moved countless Tool Mutes to tears of gratitude.

This was also an important reason why the New Holy Cross Kingdom's army had remained stable.

But clearly, the Tool Mutes, who had only just emerged from barbarism into civilization, did not understand what political posturing was.

A politician's words were the least trustworthy thing of all.

Yet at this moment, his son Antoine completely believed what his Father said.

He had even been raised as a military commander since childhood and possessed qualifications that were at least passable.

But deliberately or otherwise, the Holy Cross Royal Family had not given him a complete elite aristocratic education, leaving him somewhat naive.

Antoine trusted his Father, but he could not help asking, "I want to know your arrangements, Father."

Reckless fool!

Fernandez I suppressed the disgust in his heart. He walked to the sand table and beckoned Antoine over. "Do you see? More than seventy percent of the Booker Tribe troops near the Holy City are here. This is my trust.

"You must understand that many people within the kingdom discriminate against you. There are things whose impact I must consider as well."

Antoine did not know the kingdom's exact troop deployments.

Although he had the support of many Tool Mutes and had some sense of the situation, knowing there were many Tool Mutes troops near the Holy City at the moment.

As for the voices of