Chapter 460: Volume 9: Phantom of the Ancient Castle - 11: Ambush_5
Komer’s tone was surprisingly gentle, yet the content of his words was extremely harsh.
"Are you saying that even you, Lord, would cut off our food supply?" The Half-Beastmen’s gaze was intense, staring fixedly at Komer’s face.
"Mr. Dragumo, please do not look at me with such a gaze, I have already proven my stance with my actions, but you should be aware that the food production in the Caucasus is currently not even sufficient for its own citizens. The food I provided to Leon recently was all transported by sea and then imported into Leon through various means. Once Homer, or even the kingdom, completely blocks the Caucasus’ maritime routes or restricts food imports, what will I use to supply you?" Komer said, spreading his hands in a sincere manner.
"Lord, I have already expressed our respect for you. If you are willing, we would like you to become the new Lord of Leon. As for the legal or food issues you mentioned, I firmly believe that with the Lord’s capability, these problems will be easily resolved."
The sincere gaze of the Half-Beastmen shone on Komer’s face like a beam of light, causing a twinge of guilt to rise in the depths of his heart; manipulating these simple-minded Half-Beastmen felt somewhat criminal.
"We do not wish to live the dark life we had before; our demands are low, only requiring the most basic assurance for survival. If even this cannot be met, then we prefer to choose death in battle! But it is different for you, Lord. I have heard of your kindness and fairness toward our Half-Beastmen in your territory, and so we hope that you can lend us a hand."
Faced with the burning gaze of the other, Komer remained silent for a long while before finally replying slowly, "Mr. Dragumo, I am deeply moved by your concern for your fellow kin, and I am very willing to help you, but as far as I know, your proposal does not seem to have unanimous support from within your group. It appears your companions do not like me interfering in the affairs of the Leon Region, of course, except when they need my help."
Komer’s words carried a hint of irony.