Chapter 1095: Section 685: Let’s Count (1)_2
This time, whispers arose all around; this time, many Transcendents were present. They, of course, could see the unusual state Malin was in—no matter how guilty he felt, Lord Malin couldn’t simply utter a word and turn these Nobles back from their ways.
Of course, no one suspected anything related to a Deity, after all, as a Legendary Mage, it wasn’t surprising for Lord Malin to know a few Spell Formations of the mantra system. And with a physical strength that could put Legendary Barbarians to shame, it wasn’t long before soldiers were kneeling in rows, saluting a Legendary Lord who could seek justice for them.
"Who said problems that could be solved with cannonballs could also be solved by soldiers?" Malin looked at those staff officers.
A young staff officer immediately knelt down.
"Are you guilty?" Malin looked at the young man, who sobbed incoherently, shaking his head fiercely while trying his best to deny with his mouth.
Truly a little brat who says one thing and means another.
Thinking of this, Malin extended his hand with a grasping motion, and the young man immediately submitted his neck into Malin’s hand.
"I remember you, the kid from the Kamiran family. I even rented your family’s fleet to transport cannonballs and bullets from Carterburg. Where did the cannonballs go?"
"W-we lost thirty percent at sea! The surplus cannonballs were sold, sold to the Eastern Kingdom!" This brat continued his contradictions through tears.
Malin laughed and looked at Sudel, who also laughed and, quite unusually, cooperated with Malin by telling a dark joke: "Honestly, my lord, selling them to the Eastern Kingdom is at least better than selling them to Chaos."
"That’s what I thought too." After speaking, Malin pushed away the young man, accepted the water bottle handed over by Sudel, washed his hands, and then reached out to the approaching Halsan, a young man who still had wounds on his face, but looked quite spirited.