Mr. Grayson hadn’t finished speaking yet.

Lynn interrupted him directly, "Wait!"

Grayson looked at Lynn in confusion, "Master Lynn, is there something wrong with what I’m saying?"

Lynn stared at Grayson, frowning.

"You said the battle for Imperial Authority has fully started?"

The confusion on Grayson’s face became more apparent.

"Yes, Master Lynn."

"After Marquis Duca’s Sword and Shield Corps took Spirit Reef Port, Marquis Polk immediately declared war on Marquis Duca."

Lynn nodded; he already knew this information.

Grayson continued, "Right after that, the Duke of Red Dragon declared war on Duke Cangyu."

"At the same time, Caesar Carolin declared war on Mitchell Carolin."

"The battle for Imperial Authority has fully started!"

Listening to Grayson’s explanation, Lynn’s eyebrows tightened.

The intelligence collection center must be built quickly.

Otherwise, he is like building a car behind closed doors.

He knows too little about developments outside his territory.

If it weren’t for Grayson transporting prisoners of war and goods to his territory.

He might still have to wait a few days before he could learn this information from Boer or Gasper.

Lynn now recalls.

Indeed.

The Ducas Clan’s attack on Spirit Reef Port has become the trigger for the battle for Imperial Authority in the Karedi Empire!

However, Lynn also understands.

The reason for this.

Is the final result of the continuously fermenting situation within the Empire!

Lynn responded, asking, "Mr. Grayson, besides these, are there any other major events happening in the Karedi Empire?"

Grayson was a bit confused but didn’t inquire further.

Instead, after a short thought, he spoke to Lynn.

"Currently, besides the declarations of war by the marquises, dukes, and princes... oh, there is one more thing."

"Marquis Polk gathered the lords in the marquisate, planning to attack Spirit Reef Port occupied by the Sword and Shield Corps of the Ducas Clan."

"As for how many armed soldiers are gathered, that’s not yet known..."

Lynn nodded, "Thank you, Mr. Grayson, for your explanation."

"I indeed don’t know much about these things."

"As a thank you, may I invite Mr. Grayson to taste some gin?"

From Lynn’s earlier inquiry, Grayson had already thought of something.

But he didn’t mind.

This information has already become widespread.

The only reason why Master Lynn might not know is that his territory is indeed too remote.

However, upon hearing gin, a smile appeared on Grayson’s face.

"That would be very kind, Master Lynn."

Lynn nodded slightly, took two steps over to George’s side.

After assigning him the unloading of goods from Grayson’s cart and notifying the kitchen to prepare food for the prisoners of war.

Lynn led Grayson toward the tavern.

At the tavern.

Lynn and Grayson sat around a round table.

Red, who brought a bottle of gin, sensibly poured the drinks for Lynn and Grayson.

Watching the golden liquor, like a satin ribbon, flowing from the glazed bottle and falling into the glazed cup on the table.

Due to the shape of the glazed cup and the impact of the liquor.

The gin spun rapidly in the cup.

The strong aroma of the liquor wafted out.

Grayson, who hadn’t tasted gin in a long time, couldn’t help but salivate, gulping quietly.

Until Red filled the glazed cup to seven or eight parts full, Grayson unabashedly extended his right hand and lifted the cup.

He spoke to Lynn, "Thank you for your hospitality, Master Lynn."

"Cheers!"

Lynn smiled slightly, responding in kind, "Cheers."

After a crisp clink of the glazed cups.

Grayson retracted his arm and gulped down the gin in one go.

As the liquor rolled in his mouth, his Adam’s apple moved, and the gin was swallowed in one gulp.

Instantly.

The strong aroma filled his mouth.

A hot warmth spread from his throat all the way to his stomach.

Feeling the familiar heat within his body, Grayson’s eyes widened involuntarily.

He said nothing, simply sitting quietly on the wooden chair, enjoying the spreading warmth.

After a minute.

Grayson, having recovered, exhaled a breath of alcohol, his face full of satisfied smiles, saying.

"Master Lynn, the gin brewed in your brewing workshop is getting more and more potent."

"With this kind of gin, I feel like just one cup will put me in a drunken state."

Lynn chuckled, "Then Mr. Grayson should drink according to his capacity."

"When the goods on the cart are unloaded, you’ll still need to choose the glazed products you want at the Glass Workshop."

Seeing Red pour the drinks for him and Lynn again, Grayson laughed and said.

"Master Lynn, though my drinking capacity isn’t that great, I’m considered one of the best in the Brown Clan."

"At least better than Alan and Kari, those two guys."

Upon hearing the names Grayson mentioned, Lynn’s brows slightly rose.

The scenes from that night surfaced in his mind.

Grayson continued to drink the gin without noticing the change in Lynn’s expression.

After swallowing the liquor, Grayson seemed to recall something.

He asked Lynn, "Master Lynn, has Alan transported goods to your territory recently?"

"Rest assured, I’m just curious."

Even though Grayson said so.