This was no longer fundamentally a matter of revising the law. Fisher simply refused to accept an arrangement that harmed his interests for the convenience of the Rakshasa Republican Party.
After all, so far, although his actions had been unscrupulous, they had been legal. Considering what Peter and the others had done before, one could not even call it unscrupulous, leaving Nalga with little to say.
At the same time, Fisher's reaction had made them clearly realize that if they passed the measure by a two-to-one vote, the trouble that followed would most likely become even worse.
"All right, you two!!"
Raising his voice, Nalga slammed his palm onto the table and stopped the two men, who had nearly come to blows.
"We're sitting here to discuss the matter, not to argue."
As he spoke, Nalga's gaze fell on Fisher, whose face was filled with indignation.
"This law has to be amended. In return, Lord Fisher, you may put forward your own demands on that condition, and we'll try to negotiate them here."
Fisher was no child. Although he was happy whenever Peter was upset, an adult's fundamental pursuit was still profit.
Now that Nalga had spoken, Fisher no longer held back and stated bluntly...
"Return all the livestock you stole from our farms!"
Fisher had finally revealed his hand. Although the greatest wealth of the Smith Royal Family was concentrated in land and mineral resources, the Rakshasa Republican Party had stripped the farms of every last head of livestock, and that had still affected Fisher greatly.
The words "stole" sounded rather grating to Peter's ears, and a trace of anger appeared on his face as well.
"Impossible! Those were the fruits of my compatriots' labor!"
Fisher let out a cold laugh when he heard that...
"They were the private