"We, we..."
Dayev bit his lip, his expression grave.
He had been sent by Wilhelm, mainly tasked with gathering intelligence on the Ashen Empire, without much diplomatic power or the authority to make such promises.
But from the conversation just now, he understood the great crisis the Thrace Kingdom was facing.
This rising Red Dragon, this new empire, was far more terrifying than he had anticipated.
And if they allied with the Kingdom of Cassandra, forming a pincer attack on the Thrace Kingdom, the consequences would be unthinkable, even risking nation destruction!
This must not happen!
In the end, he made up his mind, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth as he responded: "Your Majesty, our Thrace Kingdom is willing to offer the same amount of Gold Coins and provide some magical resources."
"Oh?"
"And what about two-thirds of your territory?" Cassius asked nonchalantly.