"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow.
As expected, the Baroness finally couldn't hold on any longer.
A daughter returning from afar to inherit the territory, with no governing experience?
This is akin to building a paper bridge in the snowstorm of the Northern Territory.
"Weak, helpless, and in need of assistance..." Louis gently stroked his chin, a slight smile forming on his lips.
This type of nobility is most suited for a "gentle takeover."
No need for troops, no need for threats, just a bit of grain support, a batch of Red Tide civil servants, and a paper of "cooperative governance" commission...
And she would willingly relinquish control, perhaps even grateful.
He murmured to himself, a flash of calm calculation in his eyes: "It seems this remnant territory of the old nobility will soon become an extension of the Red Tide."
The last piece of intelligence appeared much "lighter" compared to the previous three.
