The more news the Revolutionary Army released, the crazier the merchants became, until they could no longer tolerate the growing number of merchants arriving after hearing the news.
They began gathering together, trying to use their connections to find an opportunity to speak with the Commander of the Revolutionary Army.
After all, they were merchants who had operated on Jaya Island for many years and had deep ties with the Revolutionary Army. Once they began to act, the influence they could wield was astonishing.
Before long, their voices reached Leo's ears, and his eyes lit up with interest.
There was nothing strange about these merchants' frenzy or swift reaction. Driven by money, merchants had always moved with unparalleled speed.
Although the Revolutionary Army was carrying out an extremely difficult full-scale mobilization, this was not a war. There was none of war's urgency to this mobilization; instead, it carried a sense of calm composure.
Only when the Revolutionary Army knew it could win, knew it would win, could such composure emerge.
And now, the Revolutionary Army was already very close to that state of mind. From the moment war was declared, the right to declare battle, the initiative, and even the right to end the war had all been in the Revolutionary Army's hands.
What did the Revolutionary Army have to worry about?
The ones growing anxious now were the merchants.
But since the merchants had come knocking, all the work that needed merchants to handle could simply be handed over to them.
As Leo thought this, he picked up the intelligence reports gathered from around the world and began reading.
At his level, all intelligence had to be filtered. At the very least, even the most detailed reports had to be condensed into a single sentence, turned into catalog entries,