Nalant had put it so plainly and was even willing to give up such a large share of the profits. The representatives of the five great empires exchanged glances, then voiced their agreement one after another.
What was there left to say? Although it was rare for a small duchy to win the brewing competition, it was not unheard of.
For example, more than twenty years ago, a small duchy had won the brewing competition.
Back then, although that small duchy had not divided the shares as clearly as Nalant had, it had likewise sold weapons to the entire alliance from within its own borders.
Yet their prices had not been discounted by even a single copper coin.
Only when dealing with the major empires had they accepted one-tenth less profit.
Now, however, Nalant had opened by waiving so much. He was clearly sincere in his desire to maintain friendly relations with all the great empires, small empires, and duchies.
In everyone's eyes, Nalant truly knew the way of the world—so much so that even the nobles found it a rare sight.
As the great empires stated their positions one after another, the small duchies naturally chimed in with great enthusiasm.
They were even happier than the great empires, because with their strength, they originally would never have been able to compete with the five great empires.
Yet now, a pie had fallen from the sky and landed squarely on their heads.
With the serious business concluded, the noble representatives could finally attend Nalant's banquet with peace of mind.
And thanks to the wine, although the banquet was not being held in a luxurious noble castle, no one felt the slightest bit of shabby simplicity.
On the contrary, the plentiful wine allowed them to drink with unprecedented satisfaction.
By the