" I'm afraid it's not enough," he said with some difficulty.
"Then ten thousand tons."
This is the entire annual output of tens of thousands of acres of land.
Makor's eyes became increasingly sinister. The Grand Duke Fury planned for multiple fronts, summoning the Black Iron Land, needing at least fifty thousand troops.
Ten thousand tons distributed to each person is only 0.2 tons of provisions. With transportation losses, how much truly reaches the soldiers' mouths?
Not to mention the countless warhorses and livestock.
He held his breath for a moment and said to the Duke Riptide, "I hope to marry your daughter, Hena Riptide. I met her at Red Tree Castle and have been infatuated with her ever since. Her face haunts my nights..."
"Hena... I remember her husband. She fell in love at first sight and insisted on marrying him. The lord of Red Tree Castle died three years ago."
