"How many of them left!" asked the Treas lord.
His shout reverberated the entire room and sent the soldier to a slight jolt. The latter was palpitating. The angered old man in front of him could wipe out his family in a few words. He truly didn't want to offend him in the slightest but there was only so much that he could do.
"E-Eight sir!" answered the soldier. His stutter was understandable though it was unacceptable to show it to a person of such high status.
The Treas lord started to rub his finger to show his fidgeting. One of the highest statuses of a man was currently nervous. Having such grand resources that could become its own land was surely assuring him ever since he was young. There was no such thing as worry, he had it all ever since he learned how to breathe air. Peace of mind was a luxury for some people but for him it was abundance.
