Very quickly, Connie had settled all the resources in the square, and watched the teams send them off to the various attacked tribes.
"The chief might be young, but she is a very logical thinker, and is very amiable, just like the old chief."
"Yes. We of the Falk Tribe should count ourselves lucky that we did not fall into the hands of the devil, and even got ourselves such a capable chief."
"The pro-war group has really suffered heavy losses because of Auster, that coward. I wonder if they will continue following that fellow."
Some orcs were chatting softly amongst themselves. They were full of praises for Connie.
Connie walked past calmly, but her upturned lips revealed what she was currently feeling.
"Master, did I do a good job? I hear many people praising me discreetly," Crease asked Rex excitedly after boarding the horse-drawn carriage parked nearby.
Rex nodded expressionlessly. "Mm-hmm. Not bad."
