"Yet another noble lord?"
"Huh? A marquis this time?"
"Which is higher, a marquis or the earl we killed?"
"She won't force us to mine too, right?"
Upon hearing these words, the serfs immediately started to chatter, the surroundings quickly becoming noisy.
Spark broke out in a cold sweat—he knew these elite Goblin Infantry could slaughter everyone here, and he didn't want his comrades, who had fought and bled with him, to die in vain.
Sparking up his courage, he stepped forward.
"Marquis Dailenna, do you have something important you wish to discuss?"
Dailenna replied, "Of course, I bring goodwill from the kingdom. You've done very well."
"Goodwill?"
Spark was momentarily perplexed.
Dailenna covered her mouth and chuckled lightly, continuing, "Yes, you are the vanguard against the decayed ruling of the North, even Lord Ramp has heard of you."
"He mentioned you personally at a meeting and gave you verbal praise, highly commending your activities."