Antwerp Grand Place, the Scheldt River glittering, boats coming and going on the river, heavy ship horns piercing through the morning mist to reach a few small tables by the riverside.
At one of the tables sat Albert I, Browning, and Bo Yata.
They were waiting for Shire to discuss matters of military cooperation.
The surrounding people had already been cleared away, of course not through violent expulsion, but because Albert I had reserved the nearby seats.
"This is much cheaper than a hotel." Albert I joked self-deprecatingly: "I am a poor man now, only thinking about saving money."
"Your Majesty does this for the sake of the country." Bo Yata complimented: "This is a very good place, with beautiful scenery."
In truth, he wasn't focused on the scenery at all.
After hesitating for a while, he cautiously asked, "Your Majesty, may I know about the profit distribution in the cooperation with Shire..."
