Count Hewlett rolled his eyes and said impatiently, "Boyle, as I've said before, there's a labor shortage at the North Stone Mine. Last month, the silver mining didn't meet the kingdom's minimum standards, and there were two collapses. So, the money I promised to give to your tribe will have to wait. Wait! Understand?!"
Boyle gripped his wine glass tightly, his angry gaze sending chills down the Earl's spine.
Count Hewlett shifted his body closer to Tim, the mercenary leader, and stammered to the barbarian chieftain, "You are also responsible for this! You broke the shackles, dismantled the cages, and took away all the barbarian slaves working in the mines. I have already reported this to the kingdom!"
Boyle stood up abruptly, knocking over the plate in front of him and the chair he was sitting on, instantly silencing the noisy table.
"Those are my brothers and sisters! Not slaves!"
With that angry roar, the barbarian chieftain turned and left the dining hall.
Seeing this, a dozen or so barbarian soldiers pushed aside the wine and meat in front of them, broke free from the prostitutes' embrace, and followed Boyle's steps. In an instant, almost half of the people at the table left, and the hall became much quieter.
Earl Hewlett slammed his fist on the table in anger, causing the knives, forks, plates, and glasses to rattle. A shrill voice echoed through the hall: "A bunch of ungrateful swine!"
Hearing the angry curses behind him, Boyle's pupils contracted. He continued walking down the corridor without stopping. After a few steps, a figure completely shrouded in a black robe blocked his way.
"Impulsiveness is not a good thing."
Looking at the human figure in the shadows, Boyle unconsciously reached for the weapon at his waist and said stiffly, "Mind your own business. My men told me what the relief association did the night before last."
The figure in the darkness revealed its face.
Looking at the barbarian chieftain's throat, a smile slowly appeared on his face.
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