Liu Zhenhan was about to step in and stop them when a clear, pleasing voice rang in his ear.
"Stop!" Gortani, her platinum hair dancing wildly in the wind, stepped in front of these mercenaries who were thrashing about with their whips.
"Even if they are slaves, you humans should uphold your virtues!" Gortani rebuked the mercenaries, "Is this the way you treat an elderly person?"
The mercenaries mocked and jeered, their gazes either admiring Gortani's beauty or her beautiful, pure white wings.
"Miss Swan! Miss Swan!" A Piegel knight, riding a fat wild boar, rushed over from the front of the line.
"These are all gifts from Lord Rosenborg to our Dorottian friends, to show their great support for our weapon workshop expansion next year! Now these slaves belong to our Dorottian human friends..." This Piegel's attitude was completely different from when he had treated Liu Zhenhan, it was so obsequious that it made one shudder.
The Swan Tribe was indeed the Swan Tribe.
