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"No doubt, it's these days, the last three days of every tenday, he will definitely come back," Gos, trotting behind Gaven, said with absolute certainty.
Comparatively, Gos remembered this day better than Roar did.
Because these were the hardest days of every tenday for them, in order to fill Roar's big belly, they often had to go hungry for several days.
"Alright, no training today. You do the usual and collect the tribute," Gaven confirmed the plan for the day.
"Collect tribute?" The half-ogre scratched his bald head, shaking it, "No go, their tributes are trash, not tasty. Roar is already full, uh... my lord, you don't want to drive Roar away, do you? Roar pledges loyalty to the lord, won't run away, won't collect tribute anymore."
The half-ogre had a rare moment of enlightenment, but he put it to the wrong use, thinking Gaven was testing his loyalty, so he hastily showed his loyalty by thumping his chest.
