Seeing Duke Garawa’s fervent eyes, Banteno felt he should pour some cold water on him before the goat forgot his own name. “Duke Garawa, I admit those blue coats are certainly a cancer, and their sudden death would be humanity’s great fortune… However, the time is not yet ripe. Before handling secondary contradictions, we must resolve the primary contradiction.”0

Watching Duke Garawa’s flushed enthusiasm fade into confusion, Banteno gently coughed. “… Besides, it’s just a few escaped slaves. Why bother? Just pretend they wandered off.”0

In his impression, Poro Province slaves were cheap, maybe 1,000 dinars each, maybe even less. Even if a thousand ran away, that was just a million dinars. What was that to any of them?0

But hearing this, Duke Garawa nearly exploded. His...0