Countess Ratifa's proposal landed like a bombshell, causing an uproar inside the tent.
Her words were like polished gemstones, shining with an alluring light that deeply tempted every noble present.
"An acquisition?"
A Baron couldn't help but repeat the word, his eyes practically glued to the chests filled with Gold Coins.
"Honorable Countess Ratifa Villarreal, are you serious?"
Ratifa smiled faintly, her posture elegant and confident, as if everything was under her control.
"Of course. I never jest, especially when it comes to such important matters."
Ratifa was supremely confident. She believed the Prince's military supply mission was as simple as drinking water. In her eyes, there was no problem in the world that money couldn't solve.
And if money couldn't solve it, there was no point in worrying—one might as well just wait to die.
