After hearing such words, Ragnar stared at Louis for a long moment.
He looked at the black smoke slowly seeping out from under the door of the archives.
Then, completely out of nowhere, Ragnar threw his head back and laughed.
"The agricultural blueprints?" Ragnar repeated, shaking his head. "He stabbed me in the shoulder and set my castle on fire... for some fucking farming advice?"
Though the idea of an enemy spy successfully infiltrating his royal keep made his pride burn with anger, the reality of what had just been stolen was hilarious to him.
"B-but Ragnar..." Louis cried out, confused by his friend's reaction.
"The winter fertilizers are basically magic to them. But compared to the weapons? Compared to the muskets, the cannons, and the concrete? It is worth nothing." Ragnar chuckled, wincing slightly as the laughter pulled at his shoulder.
