The higher-ups of the silver gnomes and the half-feathered hybrids came to the main hall with some apprehension after they washed and changed into clean clothes.
Twelve had come out of the 52 silver gnomes, while only one of the half-feathered hybrids.
"Great Lord!"
The silver goblin knelt on the ground without any bottom line and saluted most humbly.
The half-feathered hybrid looked at these bastards speechlessly.
It also required the inner scroll.
He took a deep breath, adjusted his mind, and knelt on one knee.
He said in a deep voice.
"Tork, salute you, my Lord."
Richard looked at the two races with distinct personality differences and smiled.
He waved them off and told them about the reason for the Violet Merchantile Association Chamber of Commerce and the arrangements he had made for them.
He finally said.
