Back then he'd still been pissed that the Lord had sweet-talked his daughter into giving away the family fortune he'd spent half a lifetime building; but looking at it now, even if nothing had happened at the time, once the Lord decided to make a move he'd probably have ended up just like those people anyway.
The soldiers entered the city, sealed what needed sealing, arrested who needed arresting; they were old hands who'd done this many times, the whole process smooth and efficient.
By the time Ovando was once again bathed in sunlight, the residents finally realized that they'd changed rulers overnight and were back under Hamlet's jurisdiction.
Did that make any difference to them?
None.
The factories and fleets belonging to the big merchants in Ovando City completed their handover as if they'd been ready for it all along, everything proceeding very smoothly.
