Chapter 422: Volume 8 Gathering of the Storms - 12 Soaking
"You’re called Maha Gummi?" Komer struggled somewhat with pronouncing the other’s name; the names of Half-Beastmen are somewhat of a mouthful for Mortals, but that did not hinder their communication with Mortals.
"Yes, Lord." The Half-Beastman bowed respectfully, his eyes quickly scanning the surroundings—it seemed to be his first time in such a setting and he appeared nervous at first. But seeing Komer’s very gentle demeanor, he gradually calmed down.
"Hmm, I have heard you’re quite familiar with the situation in the Leon Region. Does that refer to the geography of Leon, or to the condition of your brethren? You probably know why I’ve summoned you. I would like to hear your plans."
"Lord, I am well-acquainted with the terrain and population of the Leon Region. Over the past seven years, I’ve been sold thrice, having worked in four different mines—I know the place like the back of my hand. Before coming here, the Administrative Officer had already discussed it with me. May I know what you need me to do?" The Half-Beastman answered respectfully, not daring to show the slightest discontent towards the indescribable expression Komer wore.
"Oh? Why were you sold three times? What was the reason?" Komer seemed quite interested in this detail.
"Er, they believed I shirked my duties and liked to sneak around." In the face of Komer’s piercing gaze, the Half-Beastman inadvertently blurted out the truth, "Actually, my constitution is not as strong as my companions’, which is why the mine owners thought so. I just wanted to live longer, it’s a human’s instinct to survive, you can’t blame me for that."