100, Faced with the questioning gazes of the nobles and the count's astonished question, Marquis Yuke's expression remained as calm as still water, though inwardly he was cursing.
If he had a choice, of course he would not have wanted to propose making peace with the Merchant Faction. But did he have any other choice now?
Last night, he had received a letter from his younger sister. It was a magical transmission containing some highly confidential information.
Although his sister had phrased things cautiously, and it was clear that she was not entirely certain, comparing it with the intelligence in his possession allowed Marquis Yuke to conclude that her guess was correct.
He could be certain that the Noble Faction had not sent anyone to attack the Merchant Faction's caravans and civilians. And the attacks on the Noble Faction's border soldiers and lords were probably not the Merchant Faction's doing either.
Previously, he had felt that since everyone was so fired up, they might as well have a fight. After all, the main forces being deployed would be the local nobles; even if they lost, his losses as a central noble would be limited. Thus, he had been among those advocating war, inclined toward fighting a small-scale war with the Merchant Faction.
But after comparing it with his sister's intelligence and pondering it carefully for a long time, he had broken out in a cold sweat.
If they truly started fighting, this would likely not be a matter of a "small-scale war," nor could they possibly expect "limited losses."
The one pushing this war from behind the scenes did not want some small-scale war at all. What they wanted was a raging conflagration that would sweep the entire Gold Coin Federation into it!
Though he could not understand why that