Dragon pulled up the video and audio feeds for the most recent dialogue.
This should be interesting.
“…I suppose we’ll have to accept that we have different management styles,” Marquis said. The camera image showed him sipping at his tea.
“As I understand it,” Lung sounded annoyed as he spoke in his heavily accented voice, “You are saying you have no management style at all. You have told me you operated without lieutenants to direct, no product to sell, and of the few servants you did have, you did not punish those who failed you. I do not believe you held control of so much territory in this way.”
They’re being polite so far, but there’s still a hint of animosity, at least from Lung.
“Ah, except I did those things. If a servant failed me, I killed them. Whatever it was, they never did it again.”
I guess that’s one way to punish them. Could be a bit of a waste of resources, maybe.
The latent hostility in the room, Dragon noted, was ratcheting up with every exchange of dialogue. Lung was annoyed, and he had an explosive temper. Sometimes literally.
Heh.
Lung folded his arms, and put down his own tea. His tone was strained as he spoke, “Then I believe you were wrong about what you said before. You do use fear to control others.”
Oh, so that’s what the argument is about? Does Marquis think himself too honorable to admit to doing that?
“Fear? I didn’t kill my servants in front of an audience.”
“They disappeared?” Lung asked.
The camera image showed Marquis nod.
Ah, I see. Marquis just disposed of defective servants without making a show of “this is what happens if you fail me”.
He put his hand up by his neck and flicked his hand back, to cast his long brown hair back behind his shoulder.
Brown hair, huh.
Any freckles?
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