Chapter 424: Volume 8: Gathering of Wind and Clouds, - 12: Soaking_3
This fellow was clearly an outcast, an illegitimate child, what people commonly refer to as a mongrel.
"Hmm, one shouldn’t feel inferior because of one’s birth. People cannot decide their origins but can change their fate with their minds, hands, and efforts," said Komer, shaking his head as if he could understand what the other was thinking. "Would you be interested in working for me?"
From despondency to ecstasy, the Half-Beastman’s eyes shimmered with a mix of gratitude and joy. Without any redundant words, he knelt on one knee, his voice choked with emotion as he roared, "Maha Gummi swears by the name of the War God Mars that he will serve you for life, Sir!"
With a look of tender care that seemed to penetrate the Half-Beastman’s soul, Maha Gummi felt completely subdued by the noble and amiable Lord before him. He felt that even if the Lord commanded him to die for him right at that moment, he would not have any objections.
Having lived his life in the midst of disdain from everyone else, no one had ever understood the bitterness and loneliness in his heart. Sometimes he thought he might have to eke out a life in the mines or in the wilds, but he was not willing to settle. After witnessing the luxurious and decadent lifestyle of the mortal nobility and the opulence of the big cities, he yearned for the finer things in life, which was why he had recklessly escaped from the mine and fled to the Caucasus.
He did not believe that his kin could overthrow their oppression with their strength alone, while the vibrant scenery of the Caucasus made him feel that perhaps there he could find the opportunity to fulfill his longing for a better life.