Gulat City lay in the central part of the Southern Province of the Candel Empire, roughly twenty-three hundred kilometers from the Xinfei Merchant Guild's Main Base.
As the capital of the Southern Province of the Candel Empire, Gulat City was naturally the province's undisputed hub.
The Governor's Mansion stood slightly north of the center of Gulat City. Its sprawling grounds covered more than eight thousand square meters, surpassing those of any other building in the city.
The front courtyard of the Governor's Mansion was where Governor Duke Elman Windsor conducted his daily business. It was morning, and the Duke and the mansion's officials, high and low, had gathered there to tackle the day's work. Only Duke Windsor remained alone in his private office.
Bang!
An enormous thud suddenly rang out in the spacious office, loud enough for the people in several nearby rooms to hear it clearly.
They looked up in astonishment toward the source of the sound, their expressions tinged with unease.
Who had made the Governor so angry this time? Did they have a death wish?
Duke Elman Windsor, Governor of the Southern Province of the Candel Empire, snorted heavily. He glanced at the official letter he had slammed onto his desk, then looked up at the subordinate standing before him with his head bowed. "When the Stantin Duchy sent this reply, did they say anything else?" he asked coldly.
The subordinate lowered his head a little further.
"No. Aside from sending this reply, the Stantin Duchy gave no other response."
Duke Windsor gave a heavy, cold snort. "Are they looking down on me? What nerve, for a tiny Stantin Duchy!"
At this angry outburst, the subordinate could only lower his head again, bending so far that he was almost doubled over.
After a moment, Duke Windsor waved