Ronin read the words on the sheepskin parchment, anger slowly welling up inside him.
If he were on Earth right now, he would have long since spat out a certain four-letter word.
But in front of Lurans, he managed to restrain himself, though an unnatural expression still flickered across his face.
To be honest, he hadn't expected Sain Territory to report the matter of the Black-collar Tribe, and to do it so quickly.
'Good,' he thought. 'This Baron Reisen has just made me despise him even more.'
"Whether you came to Wushan Castle today or not, you can no longer attack the Black-collar Tribe now."
Lurans noticed the change in Ronin's expression.
'Seeing his grandson's frustration, he couldn't help but feel a little amused. Suffering a small setback like this isn't a bad thing for Ronin. It will help him better understand the nature of power struggles.'
