Worse, not only was the research for the source returning empty until now, but he realized his wallet was also draining at an unprecedented rate!
His purchases were, to his knowledge, much lower than the territory’s income. But lately, he understood that his overall income was continuously decreasing, and there were days that there were dips!
"Why is our money draining?" he yelled, looking at the elders in charge of his treasury. "I’m pretty sure I had forced you to find out days ago!!"
They already had the pottery problem, and they had already taken this into consideration (they were, in fact, preparing for war against Alterra), but things were getting worse and worse!
"Valov has ordered all trade with us to stop, Milord!" another said. "The Western territories dealing with us have stopped."
"Some of our investigators heading east, where we surmise the origin of the drugs is, have been attacked, and they found out they are from Valov..."
"What?" the Lord screeched. "Why are you only telling this now?"
"We’re still trying to confirm if it’s really Valov—"
"What for?! Isn’t it obviously them? Who else could it be, idiots!" He cursed, slapping another table. "Those damned bastards!! They’re so arrogant.
"Do they think that just because they’re a subsidiary of a City so far away that they can do anything?"
"Are they trying to expand eastward now?"
"They had Southern territory, didn’t they? That’s why their mercenaries often passed by us."
"Aren’t they overextending!?"
Generally speaking, for similarly-leveled territories nearby each other, taking over territories near another was seen as aggression.
They had been trying to sell their items to the West because most of the territories they were partnering with in the East had been faltering. But now...even the West was shaky?
"We are not getting a-any orders anymore, Milord..." he said. "From anywhere."
"You’re just telling me problems! What are you going to do about it?!"
The Elder flinched. Because the meeting was so abrupt, he wasn’t able to prepare properly, and his people were still scrambling to organise their findings.
"I’m calling the investigators right now, Milord."
Normally, they’d ask the meeting to adjourn so they could prepare more, but the Lord’s especially murderous mood—likely due to the drugs. He told them that whoever asked for a break might as well accept their head on a platter.
So they had no choice but to wait for all the scouts and investigators to appear, no longer caring whether the information was filtered or combed through.
"So Valov in the west, and Alterra in the east, is that it?"
"Valov is stronger than us, and we cannot fight with them, and this is perhaps why they are so careless," an elder said. "I recommend building our strength and levels before going against them."
"Like cowards?" Mafo asked, eyes reddening, and making everyone in the room shiver.
"We should deal with Alterra first, Milord," he said. "It is at least within our rank and has just been upgraded for a couple of months. Many of the territories we had were now theirs, as well. Taking it would mean we could get access to a lot of territories at once."
"By the time we upgrade to Tier 2, perhaps we’d be stronger than Valov."
"I also heard that their products have passed over us and have found a market in the West, as well."
Before, the items were through Twintown. Now, many territories had gone directly, and this meant Alterra’s influence was just growing and growing. The more Alterra grew, the more they had to threaten Voumi!
There had just been so many problems that one had been pushed back. Now it was slapping him on the face!

No matter how good, it was just a newcomer! Why didn’t they just attack it and take everything for themselves? It didn’t make sense!


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