"Marshal, Duke Ernest has sent a request for aid!"
Upon hearing this familiar yet distant name, Hudson furrowed his brow.
As a "businessman," having a wide social circle is essential. Although the two could not be considered friends, they at least recognized each other's faces.
Under circumstances within his capabilities, Hudson didn't mind extending a favor.
The current situation was obviously different; the Demonic Crocodile Clan had entrenched themselves in both Bofeil and Parma Provinces, forming a standoff with the garrison.
Originally, Hudson thought both sides were evenly matched, with even the Black Forest People having the upper hand, but reality delivered him a slap in the face.
As the Governor of Parma Province, if he truly had control of the battlefield, the letter from Duke Ernest should have been about discussing joint operations.
