Just when Lind wanted to tell this little princess that the situation in this world wasn’t as simple as helping or not helping, he noticed that Lena beside him had tears welling up in her eyes.
A little girl traveled across the ocean seeking help for her family—what a noble and just action, embodying the spirit of a knight.
Although Lena seemed to be handling it with less exaggeration, Lind still keenly sensed her emotions.
After a sigh, Lind said, “Although I cannot directly provide help to your homeland right now, I will think of ways to do my best.”
In any case, if he wanted to involve himself with the Solun Continent in the future, this little princess would be a good excuse to take care of, after all, it wouldn’t cost much.
“I will hold a ball later to welcome you both, during which my Foreign Minister, Ms. Caroline, will continue to contact you and inform you of things to pay attention to while living in this country.”
Rosalind still wanted to say something, but the Gray Robe immediately answered for her, “Honorable Governor, thank you for your generosity.”
Lind then continued to inquire about news on the Solun Continent and let the two leave.
“National Master, is this alright? That governor seems quite kind. Why not let him continue to help us?”
In the horse-drawn carriage heading to their residence, Rosalind cautiously asked the Gray Robe.
“Your Highness, it’s not the governor who is easy to talk to, but the lady next to him.”
After so many years of struggle, the Gray Robe was not truly clueless about affairs and interpersonal relationships; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been in the position of National Master.
“The governor is willing to hold a ball to welcome us, rather than continue to speak with us privately. This already indicates that he has placed us at the level of a normal country, allowing us to engage with the other nobles and officials here. Then, we can discuss further assistance gradually.”
The Gray Robe patiently explained the relationships and subtle changes to Rosalind.
“In the future, Your Highness, we also need to prepare some things and promise some benefits. Only then can the officials and nobles of this country help us persuade and support Castile.”
Rosalind was confused, “But National Master, haven’t we already arrived at M Continent and found the elves? Why don’t the elves directly assist us?”
The Gray Robe sighed slightly; the princess was still too naive, but that was also the reason she was brave enough to step onto this land: “Castile is too far for the people and elves on this continent. Even for the elves, it’s impossible to rush to Castile to support us without any assistance. Therefore, we must offer some ‘help’ to the elves and that governor. Only mutual aid can ensure lasting relationships, do you understand, Your Highness?”
In simple terms, one cannot expect the other party to give unilaterally. So-called help is actually a cost. Rosalind nodded knowingly; indeed, not giving anything and expecting others to come help doesn’t seem right.
Although Rosalind seemed to understand, the Gray Robe still felt worried. The price that governor wanted was likely not that simple. He could tell from the beginning of the meeting in the study that the other party probably didn’t regard Castile as a complete country and neither intended to make too much noise about it, nor did he plan to give Castile any bargaining power.
The Gray Robe felt that, for that governor, initially, he might have seen the two and Castile merely as a tool or a launching pad to intervene in certain regions of Solun to counter Avar.
However, the other party’s attitude later showed subtle changes. The Gray Robe did not believe this change was due to the governor being moved by the princess’s story.
“Your Highness, you must establish a good relationship with the lady next to the governor! You must! In the coming days, I will also have someone investigate what that governor’s wife likes. You must do your best to learn about the things she enjoys!”
Seeing the Gray Robe’s serious expression, Rosalind nodded, “I understand. Don’t worry, Master, my father praises my etiquette lessons. I’ll surely get along with that lady.”
Although she didn’t know why she needed to get along with the governor’s wife, Rosalind was now filled with confidence.
News of the princess from another continent arriving in the royal capital spread quickly.
Although there had been guests from another continent before, they were merely envoys, but this time it was a princess.
It is well-known that from nobles to adventurers, there is basically no resistance to the attribute of a foreign princess who has fallen into distress in the kingdom.
Thus, during these days, apart from learning etiquette and common knowledge about this country with Caroline, Rosalind also met some particularly curious nobles.
However, when these nobles saw Rosalind, their expressions were somewhat difficult to interpret.
Rosalind’s etiquette was indeed outstanding; not only did she learn the basic etiquette of this country in a short time, but she also shared some interesting customs from Castile with these nobles.
But her age… Rosalind was simply too young.
She was not much older than the governor’s younger sister, Ruby.
The preferences of the Cape nobles had always been pretty normal, with only Klan being an outlier; even Lilith was considered legal.
Even though Lilith was legal, poor Klan had been ridiculed for this matter by Alberto far away in An Zhu after he had passed away.
Meanwhile, the Gray Robe was not idle. In addition to understanding the history of this continent during his free time, he was also summoned by Lind multiple times.
During this period, it was primarily Lind asking the Gray Robe about the specific situation in Castile and some customs from another continent, as well as checking if there were any magical references worth noting, especially regarding Supremacy Magic.
After all, Avar had misused Supremacy Magic for so long, and the countries on the Solun Continent had their own research on Supremacy Magic.
Although most of the time it was Lind unilaterally inquiring, from Lind’s fleeting expressions and the descriptions he shared with the Royal Capital nobles, the Gray Robe gradually realized that what he had previously seen and understood was just the tip of the iceberg in the combat power of the Northern Border Governor’s army.
Especially after confirming that the concept of firearms was initially proposed by this governor and coming into contact with the firearms collected by those nobles in the royal capital.
If he could take these firearms and cannons back, as long as the princess could be protected, and if he could package the story about how the princess overcame dangers to procure these firearms for Castile, then the princess’s reputation would likely reach a terrifying level.
The key point was, these firearms and cannons were indeed far superior to what the Avar people had purchased from An Zhu.
This governor always brought this matter up, intentionally or not, stating that firearms could be provided as assistance, as long as Castile paid a “small price.”
This was like the devil’s temptation; the Gray Robe knew this would probably drag Castile into an abyss, but it was hard to refuse.
“Honorable Governor, why does the strong and powerful Cape Army not take the initiative to attack now?”
The Gray Robe threw these thoughts out of his mind and casually chatted with Lind.
“We need to fight regardless.”
Lind put away the national railway chart that Lucanus had given him.
“But if we are going to fight, we must be prepared to ensure complete victory!”
