Chapter 482: Volume Ten, Thunder Rolls and Wind Rises, - Seventeen, When the Water Comes, the Channel is Formed
"Respected Baron, Dragumo doesn’t mind waiting, no matter how long it takes. Even if you have several more guests to see, Dragumo is willing to wait, as long as you have the heart to torment Dragumo so,"
After several encounters with the young and humorous lord, even Dragumo, who considered himself a blockhead, had become much more expressive in his speeches, coaxed by Komer’s witty language. Although still filled with worries, Dragumo comforted himself with a bit of playful banter.
"Heh, Mr. Dragumo, your mood seems to have improved considerably since the last two times," Komer joked with the persistently troubled half-beastman military leader. "That’s the spirit. No matter what difficulties we are about to face, we first need to maintain a fairly relaxed and peaceful state of mind. Only then can we confront and overcome these difficulties in the best way possible. If we allow ourselves to be pessimistic and despondent, even things that aren’t that difficult become much more troublesome, don’t you agree?"
Facing the half-beastman military chief who still wouldn’t let go of his concerns, Komer teased, "I think Mr. Dragumo must have some good news for me this time; otherwise, you wouldn’t be so happy."
"Good news?" Dragumo grimaced with a smile uglier than crying and pursed his lips before letting out a long sigh, "Lord, what good news could there be for me to bring to you right now? I’ve come all this way specifically to seek aid from you, Lord. If you don’t give me a satisfactory solution this time, I, Dragumo, am prepared to stay here and serve as one of the guard soldiers under your command, and not return to Mandu. I believe that I, Dragumo, can fulfill the duties of a soldier."
Dragumo’s words were filled with bitterness, a true reflection of his inner feelings.
In the past few months, the myriad of trivial matters in the Mandu Region had left him utterly exhausted. Even after following Komer’s advice to drastically reduce the number of troops, he was still stretched too thin.
The mortal nobility in the Mandu Region were originally reluctant to reside there, and thus the wealth accrued was not substantial. After exchanging it for food and necessities, there was hardly anything left, and now they had nothing to fall back on. Those who were once slaves in the region now did nothing but lie in the shade all day, resting, waiting for bread to be distributed from above, unwilling to do any work.