Wallace's eyes were glued to the constantly updating chat box, his gaze felt like it cannot be changed.
Even if nothing seemed to be happening, he felt compelled to keep watching, convinced that at any moment something might appear.
However, if nothing appeared then he would just remember their names.
He will hold some grudges against them.
In the future, he will punish them.
Scrolling through the endless stream of praise and admiration, Wallace couldn't help but sense an underlying lack of sincerity in the useless praises.
[ Townspeople 1: Long live our beloved Baron!
[ Townspeople 2: Long live our beloved Baron!
[ Townspeople 3: Long live our beloved Baron!
[ Townspeople 4: We love you Baron, we love you!
[ Townspeople 5: … ]
Seeing the repeated praises, he felt a little empty, the more they praised him the more angrier he felt.