Lin Lan liked dealing with smart people.
At least the other party could find a place to sit down, politely exchange interests, rather than waste time with tantrums like an oversized infant.
Even if both sides couldn't reach an agreement for now, they could wait for the next opportunity to cooperate, instead of pushing things towards the worst-case scenario of war.
Lin Lan observed the form of the Imperial Envoy.
The man's cheekbones were slightly high, his facial lines were rugged, his brows and eyes sharp as a knife, and the surface of his rough knuckles was covered with scars.
He was a typical image of a Northern hardman.
Although Lin Lan could send messages to several Imperial Dukes anytime, last night Frost Falcon made a brief and earnest reply:
For the Empire, the information communicated by machines is a burden.
