"Your Majesty Cassius, please wait for a moment."
"The supreme ruler of the Brass Fortress, who is also my father, will come to meet you."
After leading Cassius and his entourage to a finely crafted bronze palace, Glen said this.
Selcan stepped forward, glanced around, then nervously approached and whispered:
"Your Majesty..."
"We have only stayed in the outskirts of the Brass Fortress before, but there is no doubt that this city holds great value."
"It could easily become the empire's stronghold in the Fire Elemental Plane. Now that you're here, along with thousands of imperial soldiers, we might as well..."
The heart of the Half-Dragon beat rapidly, his eyes filled with ambition.
For the empire's military, expanding territory was everything; it was only natural to have such thoughts.
But Cassius gently shook his head.
"No, Selcan."
"The most precious wealth here is not this Brass Fortress but the Fire Dwarves within it."