Amid the cheers, Lucat waved his hand and continued:
"That's basically it. You will remain here, and we will provide the necessary supplies until your country provides Yan Kingdom with satisfactory compensation. Then you can go back."
As soon as these words were spoken, the cheers gradually subsided, and the soldiers realized a more pressing issue; their expressions began to turn serious.
Federich, however, began to feel indignant about it.
The reason we've ended up in this predicament is entirely because of the Yan people, yet now they say we need to compensate them before we can return home. This is undoubtedly an insult.
But as the loser, Federich knew he had no choice but to endure the humiliation.
At this moment, Winston spoke up, looking at Lucat with a stern face: "And what about you guys?"
"We? We're here to provide you with survival supplies; that's what the Yan people asked us to do."
Upon hearing this, Federich raised an eyebrow and said, "You don't need to stay on this island?"
Lucat shook his head expressionlessly.
Upon hearing his reply, Federich couldn't help but ask, "Why?!"
"Didn't you say you were also their prisoners?!"
His questioning made Lucate feel a little displeased, and he said coldly, "Because that's how the Yan people arranged it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Winston looked at Federich and said, "The Rose Fleet did not participate in the battle. They did not cause any damage to the Yan people, so the Yan people treated them well."
“Is that so?” He turned to look at Lucate.
Lucat frowned more and more deeply, but did not respond.
Upon hearing this, Federich's anger reignited. He clenched his fists, knowing that these Shenglu people had become lackeys of the Yan Kingdom! That's why they were able to return to Coral Island unscathed. In their current state, they were hardly prisoners; rather, they had switched allegiance and become servants of the Yan Kingdom!
"Fedrich, send your men to find the Goths. I need to count the number of people on the island so I can leave you with the corresponding supplies," Lukat said expressionlessly to Fedrich.
Federich's face darkened, and he snorted coldly, "Can't find it."
"I don't care about their business!"
“I don’t want to waste too much time here, Federich, I hope you understand,” Lucate continued.
"Taking up too much time? What for? Do you have other things to do?"
“Of course, after we’ve resolved your matter, we’ll need to return home,” Lucate said calmly.
Upon hearing this, Federich was both shocked and furious, and he immediately shouted:
"Return to the country? The Yan Kingdom is letting you return to the country like this?!"
"What's wrong? Is it not allowed? Does this mean we have to stay on this island like you and wait for someone to rescue us?" Lucate said, squinting.
Federich shook his head and sneered, "That definitely won't work. Without your 'help,' we can only..."
Before he could finish speaking, Lucat suddenly stepped forward and kicked Federich hard in the chest.
With a loud thud, Federich crashed heavily into the crowd.
He was both shocked and furious, but before he could get up from the ground, Lucat had already walked up to him with a furious expression.
Lucat, holding his rapier to his throat, roared:
"Fool! You still can't grasp the situation!"
"If it weren't for our mediation, you would all be dead here!"
"Not only are you not grateful, but you also dare to make sarcastic remarks!"
"Are they really that stupid?!"
At this angry shout, the fleeing soldiers, who had been somewhat agitated, immediately fell silent.
Federich's face flushed red and then turned pale. He wanted to lash out in anger, but the hope for survival that had just sprouted in his heart overwhelmed him. If he were to break ties with Lucat now, his hope of leaving Coral Island would be completely extinguished.
After weighing the options, Federich finally lowered his head and, filled with humiliation, reluctantly said:
"I'm sorry, Lucate, I think you've misunderstood me."
"I...I didn't mean that."
Winston then stepped in to smooth things over: "Alright, Lucat, Federich absolutely did not mean any disrespect to you."
"We need your help now. We set sail together but suffered such a crushing defeat. Now your Rose Fleet is our only hope."
"We will never forget how you saved us this time."
Lucat didn't even glance at Winston, but simply sheathed his sword with a cold expression.
From the moment he landed on the island, Lucat knew this would happen; he was mentally prepared, which is why he ordered his soldiers to be fully armed.
He knew that the Yan people's forgiveness of the Rose Fleet seemed to have allowed his fleet to escape without any cost, with all its people and warships unharmed, only losing some spare supplies.
But that's not actually the case.
As part of the Allied Forces, the Rose Fleet is now unscathed while all other fleets have suffered heavy losses. What will the other fleets, who are already scheming against each other, think?
While the people from other countries are now prisoners of war awaiting rescue, the Rose Fleet has become free men.
This stark difference in status will surely cause great resentment among some people, so even if I provide them with assistance, they probably won't feel grateful.
And what is happening now has, without exception, fulfilled Lucat's psychological expectations.
The Yan Emperor's leniency indirectly brought the Rose Fleet and the Yan people together, but refusing would only lead to the Rose Fleet's demise, leaving Lucate feeling helpless.
But when Federici groveled on the ground and humbly apologized, Lucat felt an extraordinary sense of satisfaction.
This man who looked down on his own country, and the high-and-mighty deputy marshal of the Sa Ri Kingdom beside him, now had to lower themselves and act like the weaklings.
So what if we stand with the people of Yan?!
He looked at Federich expressionlessly and said coldly:
"Don't let me hear you say that again."
"Do you understand?"
Federich, supported by his men, slowly rose from the ground. His face was bowed, and he forced out a reply through clenched teeth:
"Understood."
“Now, go and bring the Goths to me,” Lucate continued.
"Fine." Federich swallowed his anger and sent some of his men to search for the Goths.
"Where is the highest point on the island?" Lucate asked with a grim face.
Federich did not respond, but Winston immediately said, "In the Gothic territory."
"Where do you need to go?"
Luca nodded, then looked around at the people around him and said, word by word, "The flag of Yan Kingdom will be planted at the highest point of this island."
"From this moment forward, Coral Island will belong to the Yan Kingdom."
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