Inside the Government Hall, the map on the long table was pressed flat, and the candlelight reflected on the parchment, making the various markings clearly visible.
Bradley held the pen and marked a spot, his voice steady: "Most of the territories that need to be exchanged are around the Red Tide Territory.
This way, all the key areas can be woven into a complete road network, making future travel convenient and defensive points easier to establish."
Several officials nodded in sequence, continuously adding information on the side.
However, their eyes occasionally fell on a few red markings.
Those places were remote and barren, neither near waterways nor connected to trade routes.
Compared to the prosperous areas around, they held no value.
Finally, a young official couldn't help but speak softly: "Those places seem rather unremarkable..."
