Word of Prince Noah's actions had now spread along the Western Front, and even Robson had received a letter from the Prince.
It was hard to say if the Prince had penned it himself, but officially, it was from him, bearing both his and a Marquis's seals.
Delivered alongside it were the previously promised military funds.
Robson now stared at the two large chests of Gold Coins before him.
Of the several hundred thousand in military funds on the books, only a little over two thousand made it into Robson's hands. Who had siphoned off the rest to "handle matters" was anyone's guess.
"Only what's in your hand is truly yours. For it to be sent so quickly, it seems the Prince is quite desperate." Viscount Fuman's eyes lit up.
Ever since becoming Robson's Quartermaster, Viscount Fuman felt he had aged several years.
