Yalveth had previously thought Fisher had been blinded by the small amount of authority in his hands, leaving him unable to see the situation clearly. In truth, that was not the case.
Fisher was undoubtedly a man with a brain. Even Peter, the transmigrator from before, had been no match for him.
He was not so incapable that he could not even see through this situation.
However, being able to see clearly and being able to let go were two entirely different things.
It was like knowing that staying up late to play games and scroll through your phone was bad for your health, yet still being unable to resist. You simply had to scroll until two or three in the morning before you would go to sleep.
No matter how small the Smith Kingdom was, it was still a kingdom. As its king, he held the power of life and death, and on this land, he could demand anything he wanted from all his subjects.
The temptation brought by such power was far stronger than that of a phone or a game.
If even a phone or a game was so difficult to put down, how could one easily relinquish the power of an entire country?
Looking at the invitation in his hand, Fisher's expression shifted between light and dark as he wrestled with the decision for a long time.
He knew that the Grand Zhou's momentum was already unstoppable. The small countries around it, situated along its borders, could no longer develop. Like the Female Warrior Tribe, negotiating terms and submitting early was the wise choice.
But unlike the Female Warrior Tribe, the Smith Kingdom still had one possible breakthrough.
Only a small portion of the Smith Royal Family knew about this matter. Even Nalga, who had once