When Quentin heard his army wouldn't have to fight, a smile immediately spread across his face. He said, eagerly and attentively, "My lord, if that's the case, then this is much simpler."
"Viscount Keton is an expert in these matters, and his troops are much more skilled in battle. They are perfectly suited to support your operation."
After speaking, Quentin's expression suddenly turned serious. Putting on a dignified air, he said to Keton, "Viscount Keton, you are to cooperate fully with Lord Fang Zhen. That is an order."
"If you slack in your duties, I will punish you severely. Furthermore, the share of the benefits I just allocated to you will be revoked."
"Do you understand?"
"Yes, my esteemed Count," Keton replied to Quentin, his tone laced with no small amount of sarcasm.
Quentin was instantly furious again.
Keton ignored Count Quentin, instead turning to Fang Zhen and bowing with perfect aristocratic courtesy.
