"Thoughts?" Richard scratched his head while looking at the map, "I only see myself as the sole overlord on the southern shore of the wasteland."
"Why?"
"Because there are as many bandits here as there are hairs on a cow. Most overlords of the kingdom don't have enough armed forces to control this area. The lands the great nobles are granted are rich and safe. So what I see is an unlucky guy sobbing at the Sanggan River." Despite everything having passed, Richard couldn't help but grumble.
"Nonsense!" His Majesty Sal was both amused and annoyed, blurting out, "To think you're an agent of divine authority with such little awareness! Open your eyes and see how strategically important Emerald is. The kingdom has entrusted the heaviest burden to you, representing absolute trust and expectation in you!"
"Why can't I see that?"
"You fool! Do you know that the north and south banks of the Sanggan River are generally five arrows wide! How far is five arrows? At least four miles or so!"
