"Big brother, the Aldeans are completely terrified of us now. They're like turtles hiding in their shells, afraid we'll smash them to pieces. Where would they dare provoke us now?" Clarys sneered.
Wallis's face darkened immediately, and he barked, "Are my words just air to you?!"
Clarys's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly said, "I'll send someone to investigate right away!"
Just as he stood up, a young woman entered the hall carrying a wooden tray. On it were a wooden bowl filled with goat's milk and a piece of flatbread.
Wallis, having just lost his temper several times, felt a dry throat. He grabbed the wooden cup holding the goat's milk and tipped it back to drink.
"Blegh! Why is this so sour?!" Wallis spat out the milk after one sip and roared fiercely, "Why didn't you add some honey?!"
