Fang Zhen gathered his core military officers and close allies, like Matthew, for a short meeting.
Inside the main command tent, which had been hastily erected, Fang Zhen and his retinue were already assembled.
Fang Zhen stood at the head of the group, which included Mansa, Tahar, Agatha, Matthew, Ottis, Keton, and the Mage Maso, who had recently joined their side.
Fang Zhen gathered them around a simple, portable table in the center of the tent. There were no chairs, so everyone remained standing.
Now, inside the command tent, the way these high-ranking officers looked at Fang Zhen had changed completely.
This was especially true for Ottis, Mansa, and Keton. The three of them stared at Fang Zhen in utter astonishment.
It was only natural.
Fang Zhen could guess what they were thinking.
Duke Tarrenno and Duke Balenzuo had been locked in military skirmishes along the border for so long without a decisive outcome, resulting in a protracted stalemate.
