"My lord Earl, the Duke of St. Prowse would never agree to the warships you demand."
"So, what is the Duke of St. Prowse willing to offer as a ransom for his son?"
The Viscount Fein pulled a scroll from his bosom, took a couple steps forward, and slowly unfurled it before Colin.
It was a map.
Colin leaned slightly forward, focusing his gaze on the map.
He wasn't concerned about Viscount Fein playing any tricks. After all, Viscount Fein's power was inferior to his own, and even if Viscount Fein had the audacity to plunge a dagger into Colin's chest, well, that wouldn't kill a member of the Blood Clan.
"My lord Earl, please look here. This city on the east bank of the Angry River is called Rock City. It covers about 150 square miles and is home to 180,000 citizens. With an annual tax revenue of over 200,000 gold coins, it is a quite prosperous city. "
The Duke of St. Prowse promises that if you release Marquis Vincent, then Rock City shall fall under your rule!"
