"Take it back to them, let them decide for themselves if they want a piece of the feast."
"Nevertheless," Ackman said in a low voice, "I'm in no hurry to make a move."
The firelight reflected on his face, as if casting a shadow over his blazing ambition.
The storm lashed at the windows, as though the entire Northern Territory was plummeting into the Abyss.
Ackman sat at the head, outwardly calm, but inside it felt as if he were scorched by fire.
He had a vague feeling that this might be the only chance in his life to leap into the true circle of Nobility.
The glory of the Seventeenth Legion was merely a line on the list of military achievements.
True noble status required land, inheritance, and resources that made the Royal Family apprehensive.
And now, with the imminent collapse of the Empire, this seemingly barren land of the Northern Territory held the most critical mining veins, grain routes, and the emerging industry of the Red Tide Territory.
