The table was laden with a sumptuous feast of magical beast roasts, especially accompanied by fine wine transported from the South.
All of this greatly satisfied Camille's vanity.
Yet his expression remained indifferent, his demeanor intentionally maintaining arrogance.
This was his way of governing as an official.
Only by putting on a superior demeanor could he avoid being despised by regional lords.
Only by making the other party believe he was always high above could he bargain for more advantages during negotiations.
Thus, he coldly watched all this, yet hesitated to utter even a word of praise.
However, deep down, he had to admit: Red Tide City indeed did a commendable job.
Though not as prosperous as the Imperial Capital, nor as grand as southern major towns, in this Northern Territory that should have only ruins and snowfields, building such a city was already deemed a miracle.
