Chapter 409: Volume 8 Gathering of the Storms - 5 Alliance of the Talks_3
Komer’s candid words took Hoffman by surprise; he thought the situation in Leon was chaotic, but not to the point of utter loss of control. Could this fellow be exaggerating? But what purpose would that serve?
"Are you saying the situation in Leon could further deteriorate, perhaps even spiral completely out of control?" Hoffman asked again, emphasizing his words.
"That’s right, if the Army of Homer doesn’t intervene with martial power soon," Komer replied, his answer equally brief.
"Hmm, does the Caucasus have any involvement in this?" Mulling this over for a moment, Hoffman seemed to catch on and nodded as he inquired.
"Oh, Your Highness, Our Caucasus would never interfere with the situation in Leon. Certainly, I’ve heard that the border region adjacent to the Leon Region, Muscat, has become a trade center where there is a great demand for weapons and food. It’s not out of the question that the slaves and the mob might receive supplies from there. You know, we in the Caucasus have so few people now that it’s difficult for us to take care of remote areas; I’m powerless regarding this matter." A sly smile passed over his lips, and with a wink to the other party, Komer spoke in a very relaxed tone.
"I see, this cannot be blamed on you. The Caucasus Prefecture has only been established for less than half a year, and these problems should really be solved by Lord Leon himself," Hoffman nodded in understanding. "But what do you think if the Homer Army were to enter Leon? Could those mobs hold out?"
"Your Highness, you have too high expectations for them. They’re nothing but a group of untrained slaves, lacking weapons, with no food. How could they possibly contend with the regular army of Homer?" Shaking his head, Komer’s face betrayed a dismissive expression. "Did Your Highness truly pin your hopes on them, expecting them to perform some earth-shattering deed?"