"Iron Peak County gets flour, Vineta Army gets warhorses, and Paratu People get money and armaments," Winters, carrying Antonio's final reply, bluntly challenged Leo: "As an intermediary, what do you want to get?"
"A stable supply of raw materials," Leo, who had his speech prepared, added nonchalantly: "And stable trade channels."
Winters frowned, already tired of Leo's diplomatic platitudes.
No matter what he asked, the plump partner of Navarre Commerce always parried with faultless, meaningless talk. Every punch he threw seemed to hit thin air.
Staring at Leo's submissive smile, Winters angrily realized—he was not good at this kind of situation.
A restrained politician might have the patience to slowly figure out Leo's bottom card, but Winters at that moment really wanted to flip the table and land a solid punch on that smiling face in front of him.
That familiar rage surged from the deepest part of his chest, only to be quickly suppressed.
