Raymont pondered for a moment, and an entire map of the Empire unfolded in his mind.
If the Northern Territory completely fell into Louis's hands, Gray Rock's trade routes and mining lines would be at his mercy.
"We cannot let him expand too quickly. Let him gain confidence first, then let him become unbalanced."
Raymont quickly sketched a framework in his mind, using trade and alliance to restrain Red Tide. Once the Northern Territory's resources flowed to Gray Rock, he would tighten financial support in the name of the Imperial Capital.
If that Red Tide Lord truly wanted to continue expanding, Gray Rock would secretly support a righteous correction, letting the young man face reality.
Raymont exhaled softly and turned to pick up his coat.
"Go tell the butler," he said blandly, "I won't be returning for the charity banquet, just say it's official business."
