Dungeon King: My Goblins Have Captured Countless Female Players

Slamming her hand down on the office desk, Anna’s voice resonated through the room.

Her hand, a striking contrast of pallor against the dark wood, was adorned with slender, aesthetically pleasing fingers.

Howard, gazing at her hand, drifted into a trance as Anna spoke, "Howard, being the good guy just doesn’t cut it. When your enemies are ruthless in their pursuits against you, you’re only diminishing your own strength."

Anna showed a lack of understanding, but upon Howard’s insistence, she agreed to take action.

After she left, Howard turned to Golan and asked, "Do you understand me?"

Golan’s face twitched slightly on the left side before returning to normal, replying, "Your Majesty, the land is yours to command."

Howard sighed, his mind wandering to Margaret, envying her carefree spirit.

Half a month later, all the transfer formalities were completed.

Margaret’s father, leveraging his daughter’s departure, had acquired land over ten times the size of his own, ascending to the rank of a duke.

Standing atop the castle walls, the newly appointed duke was filled with a sense of triumph, unaware of the conspiracy brewing against him.

Howard was indeed a kind-hearted person, reluctant to stray from the knowledge found in books or to neglect the obligations laid down by the nobility.