The old witch whispered to Ivita, "The area where this wizard is sealed is too close to our territory, your Highness, we can't let him out."
"Moreover, there are bound to be some anomalies around the place this wizard is sealed."
"Your Highness, it's like excavating ancient relics, there will be many treasures awaiting us."
"Come to think of it, every wizard has their own areas of magical expertise, and some knowledge is passed on only between master and apprentice, or father and son. Therefore, if we apprehend a wizard, we can extract a great deal of useful information from him."
Ivita nodded in agreement.
This was also his plan.
Protecting the territory is the responsibility of a lord, and to take every advantage, 'plucking feathers from a flying goose and leaving a bare coat after butchering a beast,' had always been his principle of doing things.
He had no choice, he was poor.
After all, he was no longer an individual; he was a lord managing a vast territory.
