Chapter 652: Lord Warmog (2/2)
”Huh?” Chana exclaimed softly before she asked innocently, ”Can't you help us all at the same time, Young Master Leonhardt?”
”I'm not some omnipotent god with three heads and six golden rods. So how am I supposed to help you all simultaneously?” Leon's lips twitched.
”Oh, right…”
Chana quickly realized the silliness of her question before she blushed with embarrassment.
However, shortly after, Nora gazed into Leon's eyes before she said with a smile, ”Then, can we at least watch while you extend your help to each of us, Young Master Leonhardt? We are unfamiliar with the act and hoped to observe and study on the side.”
”Well…” Leon's lips twitched again with hesitation before he ultimately shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly in response, ”If none of you have a problem with it, then be my guest.”
He was a man.
If they were not ashamed of being watched, why should he be?
”That's great!”
”Thank you for agreeing to our request, Young Master Leonhardt!”
The six maids eventually followed Leon into the bedroom before Kiara, the last of six maids, closed the door on her way in.
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A few dozen miles north of Darkmoon Tribe, a group of warriors in high-quality leather armor trekked through the barren lands of the Infertile Plains.
”Lord Warmog, do we really need to bring so many Battle Masters for this trip?” a High-rank Battle Master asked.
”I know a temporary truce has been enforced, but if any of those tribes decide to break the truce, our Black Warbear Tribe will be helpless to defend against their sudden attack.”
”And you only bring this up now, when we are just about to reach our destination?” the Extremity-rank Battle Master, Lord Warmog, responded casually.
”Although the Darkmoon Tribe is not among the strongest, they are not to be underestimated. After all, there's a reason why the Seven Tribes Alliance was able to defend the southern lands of the Infertile Plains from the demons.”
”But remember, the goal of this trip is not to start a conflict with them. Our task is to invite that person back to our tribe, so reel in your arrogance and avoid antagonizing them. It won't benefit anyone if we make them feel threatened enough to wake up their Battle Kings.”
Shortly after Lord Warmog spoke, the High-rank Battle Master slowly digested his words before he further mentioned, ”But the Seven Tribes Alliance have just experienced the Bone Calamity. I'm afraid their losses are not small this time around.”
”Perhaps, we only need to apply a bit of pressure, and they will quickly submit to our Black Warbear Tribe. The chief will surely reward us handsomely if we can bring that person along with the entire Seven Tribes Alliance's allegiance back with us!”
The High-rank Battle Master's eyes gradually lit up as he made his suggestion to the leader and strongest warrior of their expedition.
At his words, Lord Warmog was slightly tempted.
However, he quickly shook his head and firmly said, ”Just stick to the mission and do nothing more nor nothing less. Do you understand? We must not fail.”