Blood Port.
Theus was receiving a guest in his office. Unlike the usual bustle of territorial development, this time, it was a rare visitor.
"Long time no see, Isabella."
Theus looked Isabella, the Empress of the Empire, up and down and could not help feeling a little wistful.
Unlike Castel, the Duchy of Tis not only needed development, but also recruitment, training, warfare, and compensation for the fallen. In terms of workload alone, it was undoubtedly greater than his.
Moreover, Castel placed education first and had a complete system for cultivating bureaucrats. Isabella's side was still somewhat lacking in that regard.
Yet every time he saw this Empress, she was brimming with fighting spirit.
Damn it, did this woman never need to rest or sleep?
Theus's body did not affect him all that much, but after a full day of work, he could still feel the exhaustion deep in his soul.
"Bad news." Isabella's expression was grave. "Your intelligence personnel should have reported it as well, right? The Empire is building more and more factories."
Theus nodded. His information network was fairly well-informed now.
He had previously put considerable effort into building an intelligence system, but the results had always been hard to describe. Isaac, the chief in charge of intelligence, had even been captured.
Yet now, without deliberately establishing an intelligence network, merely by selling Nini's books to the Empire, intelligence was somehow pouring in without end.
That was mainly because, even with the memories of his previous life, Theus had basically only retained an engineer's experience and knew next to nothing about intelligence work. The key to intelligence was not spies and infiltration, but communication...
As long as there was enough overt and covert exchange between both sides, gathering intelligence was merely a matter of lifting a veil.