Fang Zhen kept these thoughts to himself.
There was no point in saying anything. Reputation and ability were proven by actions and results.
"I will be gone for a day and a half. Mansa, Finn, Agatha, tomorrow afternoon, you are to lead a five-hundred-man supply convoy and meet me at a designated location."
He spoke, pointing to a place on the map.
Suspicion flickered in Mansa's eyes; he felt as if Fang Zhen was about to shirk his duties and run off.
Finn and Agatha, however, responded promptly.
However, none of them were certain whether Fang Zhen actually had the ability to conjure up that many military supplies.
"Return to your daily duties," Fang Zhen said.
Filled with doubt and unease, Mansa and the others left the main tent, while Fang Zhen asked Matthew to stay behind.
"Matthew, go to the Ashton Territory," Fang Zhen said. "I previously sent a soldier to inform Dalia. Have her prepare the Gold Ropes; I'll need to use them in the coming period."
