Robson raised an eyebrow. He wasn't sure if the decision for them to go up together was made by the King, the Marquis, or perhaps even Duke Freeman himself.
After all, choosing first certainly came with priority.
However, Robson didn't dwell on it. He didn't really have many choices right now anyway. Being able to select a fief in the first batch was a testament to the dual support of both the Marquis and the King.
"Cousin, it's our turn. Let's go," Viscount Jeffrey said, smiling at Robson. He clearly hadn't thought about it as deeply.
Robson nodded and walked with Jeffrey to the map on the central conference table. It was a map of the Northern Three Provinces. Of course, it was now four provinces.
"I'm only here thanks to the fortune of my ancestors. Your contributions far outweigh mine, Cousin. Please, you first!" Jeffrey said magnanimously, gesturing with his hand.
