Landen had never imagined that his family's eastern neighbor could actually do something like this, and he also could not quite understand why the Empire's council had been so slow to review his application for war protection. After all, friction between nobles could be found everywhere. They could not possibly say that just because he and Girislav had gotten into a dispute, the Empire would simply watch the orcs charge into Gallop Plains.
Landen voiced his doubts tactfully. Sherman hemmed and hawed, but Louis smiled knowingly. "The Empire is also made up of various departments and regions. If Gallop Plains is held, what benefit does that bring to the Empire, and to the various kingdoms? Once the war protection policy is implemented, it requires the Empire's full financial, production, and military support. Are the nations willing to bear that burden? There are far too many hidden twists and turns in this."
The people behind the Demigod all showed unnatural looks. Every person accompanying him understood the truth of the matter, but no one wanted to say it aloud.
"I understand. Thank you for clearing up my confusion. No matter what policy the Empire has, I will live and die together with the western border." Landen felt exhausted by the game being played on the level of the entire Empire. He was only a high-ranker; he could not control the thoughts of the Legends. All he could do was ensure the stability of the border.
"Landen, there's no need for you to wedge yourself there," Sherman tried to persuade him.
"My Lord Sherman, compared to three hundred years ago, both Hindukush and Gallop Plains have changed. The Basin now supports sixty Beast God's Favored." Landen had gone to The Basin twice, so naturally he had a very deep understanding of the