"My lord, Henry's army has sent men to buy grain and medicine again," a minister reported, rushing into the Count's study.
"Oh? How much do they want?" A sharp glint flashed in the Count's eyes.
"They need five hundred sacks of grain and seventy crates of medicine," the minister replied.
"Give it to them, but raise the price by twenty percent," the Count said coldly.
"Yes, my lord." The minister accepted his orders and left.
The Count was secretly calculating. No matter who won or lost this war, he had to ensure his own interests were not harmed.
Meanwhile, he was also monitoring the war's progress and analyzing the strength of both sides. When the war ended, he would have to make a choice: support the victor or find a new path.
He was no longer young. He could no longer endure those precarious days of constant fighting and killing.
The small-scale skirmishes between the two sides did not last long, gradually escalating into larger-scale battles.
