Build high walls, stockpile grain, and delay claiming kingship.
Laine thought deeply about this, having pondered over the matter carefully after the war.
Neither Francois nor Bohemond intended to leave; Francois took out a bottle of fine wine, a vintage from Winford's premier winery, Latu: "Would you like a drink, Laine?"
Duke Bohemond also sat down, and the servants of the Red Dragon Duke entered, placing a small round table in front of the bed and brought various foods.
"If you're injured, don't drink any alcohol." Laine shook his head, bowing his head in contemplation before continuing, "It seems Richard has dug a pit for me to fall into."
"Dug a pit?" Bohemond didn't quite understand, stuffing roast beef into his mouth, he mumbled, "Richard is quite decisive about abdicating; he says he could abdicate tomorrow if possible. But why do you say this, Laine?"
Laine smirked, gazing out the window, not answering, only shaking his head.
