Chapter 307
A precarious wine glass that would overflow with the slightest shake.
Noah stared at it blankly before biting his lips. Keep watching and see, really. What’s with all this pushing from the front and back? Is Clifford caught in the middle looking that easy to handle?
Though anger rose with the alcohol, perhaps due to the curse, his eyes reddened first. Prince Noah drained his glass in one go, then frowned with all his might.
“Prince Noah?”
His already small eyes like slits. The pupils were hardly visible. As Damon tilted his head curiously, May, who was watching from the side, kept poking the prince’s side.
“W-wait, Your Highness. Please calm down.”
King Damon wouldn’t present fertilizer as tribute. While crafting tribute gifts showed sincerity to Bariel, it also directly and indirectly demonstrated one’s national technological prowess.
But fertilizer among countless possible items? What could lower national prestige more than that? Moreover, Bariel hadn’t even known Burgos’s fertilizer was high-grade.
This meant there was almost no trade to begin with. Even with tax exemption benefits, they clearly wouldn’t be able to enjoy the full effects.