Demolishing the wall.
After they informed the king of Aragon, Drake returned and Silva waited for an hour like he promised, then he initiated contact with the king again. And it seemed that everyone was already waiting for him in the throne room.
Silva smiled when he saw this, and then he began his demand, and one could easily know how unreasonable Silva could be.
"I want you to hand over your best martial techniques, the one the king uses." Silva said. His reason for asking was not to make trouble, or anything like that. He had made his research into Aragon, and he knew that they had good martial arts.
Sure, he had a ton of his own, but those were written by dragons, only those that became Elites would learn them. But he could use that from Aragon as a foundation builder for his army.
"How dare you? You brat. I will have your head." The king roared in anger, there was no way he could hand over something like that to an outsider and enemy.