Food

Facing the young knight who had suddenly turned hostile, Prince Aliden could not ignore the power behind his words. The Ogre heads hanging high were the best proof.

Had someone leaked the news?

That matter had always been handled by the prince's confidants. Under the threat of the Scourge, the Syndicate's actions had been a helpless choice. Before Raven Guard rose to prominence, the Syndicate had struggled even to find suitable trading partners.

Having regained his composure, the prince told Roderick that there was absolutely no such thing. The Alterac remnant and the savage Orc tribes had no dealings whatsoever. As for the grain trade, after recalculating, they might have some surplus to sell to Southshore.

Roderick did not directly expose the other's scheme. It would have been difficult for him to obtain direct evidence of such a matter. Even the Kingdom of Stormwind could sign a peace treaty with the Orc tribes, so the Syndicate's private dealings with the Frostwolf Orcs were hardly a major issue.

Reputation, righteousness, political correctness—such intangible things seemed useless, yet completely ignoring or openly destroying them would surely leave one at a moral disadvantage.

Before long, the Syndicate members who returned placed all the blame on an unfortunate logistics officer. His miscalculation had caused Raven Guard's human comrades to misunderstand. Strahnbrad still had some grain available for sale. As for the Frostwolf Orcs, the Syndicate had absolutely no involvement with them.

Prince Aliden, prepared to be fleeced, remained expressionless and depressed. He only hoped these knights from Southshore would not be too greedy. This grain had originally been intended for sale to...

Yet all things in the world were full of surprises. The prince studied the parchment Roderick handed him in confusion, then looked at him in astonishment.

"The price offered by Southshore is