"What did you say?"
Jason's eyes narrowed sharply.
"Was I not clear enough?" Orlan frowned. "I'm asking you to send troops to the border to help Her Highness Elina deal with the rebels."
Jason fell silent, his face flushing with anger.
Send reinforcements?
Wasn't that basically suicide?
He had lied to Elina, Freya, and Evalyn about the number of troops stationed in the city.
In reality, the Malvain family still had forty thousand troops.
However, Jason had deliberately scattered them across various cities to keep Elina, Freya, and Evalyn from finding out their true numbers.
Suppressing his anger, he refused in a cold tone, "I'm sorry, but I can't. I only have five thousand troops left, and even they are needed to defend this city."
Orlan stared intently at Jason, trying to determine whether he was lying.
Unfortunately, Jason was a master at concealing his true emotions.
Although Orlan couldn't tell for certain, he was convinced that the man was lying.
"All right, fine."
