"Never again dare interrupt me! Otherwise, next time I won't be so gentle. I'll hang you from the tree and feed you to the crows, you damned fool!"
The leader goblin, having vented his rage, spoke coldly, sending chills down the spines of the remaining seven cannon fodder goblins. They had already lowered their heads, not daring to meet their boss's gaze. They'd made up their minds – even if an umy stood behind them now, glaring at them, they wouldn't open their mouths to inform their boss. There was no point in this thankless work; instead, they were taking a beating for no reason.
