He was about to reach out to extinguish the lamp when there were two knocks at the door.
"Come in."
A person pushed the door open, bowed, then whispered, "Your Excellency, Edmond has brought some people back to the mansion."
The Duke looked up, the candlelight reflecting a faint glow in his eyes.
He quietly watched the shadow at the door, speaking in a steady voice, "Is that so... I'll go over now."
......
Seldon Calvin sat at the desk in the inner chamber of Vero Port, holding the confidential letter.
The paper crinkled slightly from sweat as he stared at the line: "Nine warships have arrived at the port, the flag is Red Tide..."
The candlelight cast a gloomy look on his face.
Nine warships, nine main forces.
Seldon knew very well what this meant: Louis's Red Tide was no longer just a political appendage, but an economic powerhouse.
"The permafrost of the Northern Territory... has become a gold mine," he murmured.
