No matter how you looked at it, this was a net gain.
"Viscount Fuman, is there something you need?" Robson asked, looking at the viscount with a feigned expression of confusion.
Prince Noah's heart skipped a beat. 'Don't tell me there's more,' he thought.
From his time with Robson, Prince Noah had come to understand him quite well. The man never missed an opportunity to demand some benefit. If he ever let something go, it only meant he was aiming for something much bigger!
"This is our list of the fallen. Please take a look, sir," Viscount Fuman said, handing over a document.
Robson took it.
In reality, he didn't even need to look to know how many men his army had lost. The statistics on his system panel were far more accurate than anything Viscount Fuman could have compiled.
This was one of the reasons Viscount Fuman never dared to overreach. He always had the feeling that this Baron Robson had his army in the palm of his hand, as if he knew absolutely everything.
