Gorchak stepped forward as the young merchant turned around, his right hand clenched into a fist and tapped his chest at the location of his heart.
The solemn marching salute of the male beastman followed by his loud introduction:
"Lieutenant Alexander Vasilyevich Gorchak of the Royal Navy of the Tsar of the Quanluo United Kingdom."
The baron's face changed drastically, almost scolding the stubborn naval idiot. He had advised many times on the journey, but all his advice fell on deaf ears.
This is not the home territory of the duchy, and they were the ones seeking help. Putting on military dignity at this moment would be of no help to the negotiations for iron smelting technology. Why couldn't this stubborn fool understand?!
