The bald man trembled as he bowed his head. Yesterday, he had been lucky; The leader had passed out drunk early, so there were no harsh reprimands. But that was just a day's reprieve. The next morning, as soon as The leader woke up, his face was filled with anger as he called the bald man in.
"So, you ran into pioneers from another territory while chasing the runaway? And you let them take him?"
"Yes!" The bald man knelt, bowing his head in front of The Leader , Grayson, who had recently taken over the territory. Grayson's eyes narrowed as he spoke.
"Fine, that happens. Avoiding an unexpected fight is sometimes the smart choice. You could let them take someone who's not much of a threat and just walk away."
"That's exactly what I thought! As expected, you understand, sir—"
"I told you to call me Lord, you idiot!" Grayson roared.
