"So that's how it is." Anna smiled with a look of sudden realization. She turned to glance at Winters—who shifted his shoulders uncomfortably—and then looked at little Priskin, sincerely asking, "Since you understand the reasoning behind it, you must also know how to solve it, right?"
Little Priskin was no longer reporting to Blood Wolf but conversing with the lady, so he spoke more naturally and fluently: "That depends on whether Your Excellency wants to make money or wants to promote your plough."
"How do you plan to promote the Meng Plough?" Winters finally showed some interest, supporting himself with his knees as he leaned toward little Priskin. "And how do you plan to make money?"
