"A good sword also requires a strong arm to wield it," this time, it was Winters's turn to show a tolerant smile to those ignorant of the facts, "Do you really think smuggling some arms to the Suz Tribe and the Haidong Tribe will restrain the Red River Tribe? I'm afraid I can't be so optimistic."
"Isn't that even better?" Matteo Konar was indifferent, "It shows that the barbarians need more than just 'a little' weaponry."
Upon hearing this, Winters's torso slowly shifted from leaning forward to leaning back. He leaned against the chair back, pressing his right hand onto the wine glass as if holding a sword hilt, while a smile played on his lips.
Lord Mason immediately knew that Winters's evaluation of Matteo Konar was rapidly declining, which was also a sign that the latter was losing his patience.
The instinct like a mission, hoping everyone around him could get along harmoniously, prompted him to clear his throat and join the conversation.
