Outside the imperial city.
"You're just in time."
Duncan saw the Buddhist monk Mitra, who had a troubled look on his face outside the palace gate. As if unable to comprehend his expression, Duncan directly took his hand and led him to the grand hall, pointing at the map before them, "Look here."
After speaking, he pointed to the west on the map, the direction of the Potala Palace.
Even as an emperor, Duncan carried no air of royalty. However, his demeanor was natural and commanding, leading people to submit to him. After all, with such a small country, he didn't need to take things too seriously. If he couldn't manage this tiny place, how could he govern a vast empire spanning across Europe, Asia, and Africa?
"How about it?"
"Interested?" Duncan turned his head and asked.
