To guard against assassination, important figures were extremely wary of anyone and anything that approached them. Before they came into contact with anything, professional guards would subject it to a rigorous inspection. Prince Chris was naturally no exception.
The process was painstaking and cumbersome, which also made it particularly time-consuming. Only after more than ten minutes was the letter case handed to Chris.
Chris opened it, took out the five sheets of parchment stacked inside, and read them one by one.
Etiquette dictated that nobles did not write their letters in simple, straightforward terms. Instead, they began with ornate language and obscure metaphors.
Chris patiently read through three pages of lengthy greetings and descriptions of the season before finally finding something of substance on the fourth.
Even on that fourth page, however, Count Dirac Siso had written in veiled terms. Only after reading for a while and thinking it over carefully did Chris understand what the count meant.
So the count had run into some trouble with people from the Bohemian Empire.
Chris's finger suddenly stopped on a passage. His grip creased the edge of the parchment, and he instinctively looked up at Gibson.
Gibson remained standing motionless without a word. When Chris looked at him, he nodded and gave a complicated smile.
From most people, that gesture probably would not have meant much. But when Gibson did it, Chris understood what he wanted to convey through his expression and movements... the situation was even more serious than the letter suggested.
Had Dirac fallen out with the people from the Bohemian Empire and was about to come to blows with them?
Or had the fighting already begun?
Chris thought for a moment and decided they had probably already started fighting.
Chris had some idea of what sort of man Count