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The southern councilors stared blankly as Qin Ran rose and headed for the door.
Men in high positions like them had long grown accustomed to negotiations, back-and-forth bargaining, and clashes of schemes and deceit. They had long forgotten such direct ways of speaking.
Because, most of the time, they were the ones treating others like this.
And everyone else?
To them, everyone else bowed and scraped.
Now, it was the other way around.
The southern councilors were deeply unaccustomed to it.
But they had no choice but to get used to it!
Qin Ran was worth it.
Either identity—the heir of the Royal House of Aitandin or the heir of the Snake School—was worth it, let alone the two combined.
More importantly...
The initiative was in Qin Ran's hands.
"Wait, Your Highness Colin."
Aitfen hurriedly called out.
"I don't have time to waste with you."
"After all, time is running out."
Qin Ran stood where he was without turning around, but his words made the southern councilors' hearts tighten.
Time was running out?
Those words carried far too many implications.
Enough to make every southern councilor feel oppressed, their scalps prickling.
They exchanged glances.
As the representative of the southern councilors, Aitfen no longer hesitated.
"Your Highness Colin, we will do our best to meet your demands."
"But please understand, Rare Tier magical items and equipment are truly too difficult to obtain. Even if we exhaust every resource, we can only produce around forty pieces. We will compensate you in other ways for the rest."
Aitfen spoke with complete sincerity.
Qin Ran showed a hint of hesitation.
Only after a full two seconds did he return.
"I don't need Gold Pinton."
After sitting down, Qin Ran said this.
"We have already compensated you with two hundred and eighty practical-grade