The single, completely bewildered thought echoed endlessly in Salomon's mind.
Kings did not just give away their absolute best advantages....
If a king found a gold mine, he built a tall wall around it and killed anyone who tried to look inside.
The idea of freely handing over the greatest military secret in human history was completely, entirely insane.
"Let me completely understand this," Salomon whispered. He looked up, his gaze locking onto the Saxon diplomat. "You are telling me that King Ragnar will trade with us? He will just open his armories and hand these fire-tubes over to the Kingdom of Brittany?"
"Yes, your Grace," Ethelwulf smiled warmly, unbothered by the tension in the room.
He rested his hands behind his back. "King Ragnar respects the strength of the Breton military. He wants your manpower. He wants your elite knights. If you ally with him, all of them will have these muskets."
