"Baron, I truly don't understand." Newcastle placed the teacup on his knee, full of confusion, "Why is His Majesty not interested in that fire pump? Roland City just experienced such a great fire, and my equipment could solve his problem..."
Wickton picked up his own teacup, gently blew on the steam, and sighed quietly to himself.
These Campbell people really have no sense of rules.
Perhaps, just as His Majesty said, under the leadership of the Duke, they have already lost their sense of reverence.
"Mr. Newcastle, you misunderstand." His smile did not fade a bit, "His Majesty is not disinterested. Quite the opposite, he's not only interested but has pointed out the direction for you. Your problem is that you shouldn't take this place as Thunder City but rather as Glanton Castle... It's also your territory, if you've done business there, you should understand what I mean."
Newcastle didn't argue, humbly leaned in to inquire: "What should I do?"
