Michael's voice slowly began, and while listening to this narration, Thor's expression involuntarily took on a bit of solemnness.
Indeed, just as Michael said.
No matter how powerful he was, these strong noble descendants coming one after another would surely lead him to be exhausted from running around.
Moreover, he thought of something else. When someone discovered there was profit to be made, it wouldn't just be those powerful noble descendants he had tricked; those pioneer lords around him would likely not mind playing the role of bandits a few times.
If things went out of control, he would become the coveted prize of the entire Northern Province.
As for his consideration, with at least one Great Knight guarding each place, generally, there should indeed be no problem.
But that is only under general circumstances, not including this one.
"Uncle Michael, what should I do?"
