"That old bastard!" Nalant frowned at once. Batman had no sense of martial virtue, always resorting to these disgusting tricks.
By rights, what Nalant should have received was Quinte's original territory. Although Quinte Territory was no land of splendid feng shui, it at least had a castle and a town, and the farmland had already been developed. He would only need to move people over, and they could put it straight to use.
But after Batman swapped it out like this, wouldn't Nalant have to reclaim the land himself from scratch?
Hearing Nalant call their earl an old bastard, the Blackiron Knights could only reveal slightly awkward expressions.
They truly did not want to clash with Nalant. After all, in their eyes, Nalant was now a figure second only to the great personages of several earls.
It was not because Nalant's martial strength was particularly high, but because those iron lumps of his—capable of stirring up warhorses and blasting enemies into a sprawling mess when thrown—were simply too bizarre.
"Sir Nalant, actually, after our earl replanned the territorial boundaries this time, it may not necessarily be without benefits for you!"
"Our lord simply did not wish to give up Quinte Castle and White Salt Town."
"And the earl knew this would certainly provoke your dissatisfaction, so in order to prevent the Tulip Family from reacting too strongly, he deliberately added a bit more territory after changing the layout of the lands."
"Now, from your Storm Territory all the way to the mountains farther south of us, all the land will belong to you!"
"Is that so? In other words, your Blackiron Earldom has given me all the territory bordering the Blazing Grassland? I doubt your earl is that kindhearted. He wants me to serve as a shield for your Blackiron