"Baron, in this situation, there is something I need from you." Prince Noah let out a sigh of relief. The fact that he could say this meant Robson was at least willing to talk.
He hadn't outright refused due to prejudice or some other reason.
'As long as he's willing, this will be easy. Everything else is just a matter of interests.'
'The issue of interests seems complex, but in some ways, it's the simplest thing in the world.'
'If something can't be done, it just means the offered interests aren't sufficient. There's no need for all the convoluted nonsense—pay to get things done. That's the noble way.'
"Please speak freely, Your Highness," Robson said.
"I imagine Baron Robson has heard of a place called Thermopylae." As Prince Noah spoke, he took out a map from behind him, spread it on the ground, and used the campfire's light to show it to Robson.
"Thermopylae?"
