Bradley scratched his sparse hair, sighed, but had a smile on his lips.
Lambert, who had been silent all along, neither looked at the account book nor drank water.
He stood like a statue behind Louis, eyes lowered, seemingly still savoring the vibrations of the train's movement.
"It's not just about cargo."
Lambert's voice was low, audible only to the few in the room.
As a Knight, what he saw was neither gold coins nor bread.
"If on these four days, the train carried my Knight Order and heavy crossbows... it would mean that just as the Barbarian Race in the north begins to gather, our swords would already be poised at their throats."
He raised his head, looking at Louis, with a glint of coldness in his eyes: "Four days is enough for us to launch a raid in any corner of the Northern Territory, or to support a besieged city."
Listening to their discussion, the expansive planning map in Louis's mind became increasingly clear.
Grain, wealth, war.
