"As for the specifics of our cooperation... there's no rush, we have plenty of time."
This nonchalant, vague response left Marquis Butler, who had prepared a slew of arguments, as if he were punching a fluffy cushion with no place to exert his strength.
His lips moved slightly, wanting to add something more, trying to steer the topic towards something more substantial.
However, Galos had already naturally turned his gaze to other corners of the banquet hall, clearly not intending to waste any more time on this topic.
Marquis Butler's enthusiastic smile stiffened.
In the end, he bowed again and retreated tactfully.
"King, it seems you are quite adept in the art of political and diplomatic maneuvering."
Deep in his mind, came the low, amused whisper of Iron Dragon Solrog, who had also silently observed the brief but subtly sharp dialogue just now.
"Don't forget, I too have the blood of the Iron Dragon flowing in my veins."
