Baisitina, Zat, Hog, Mier, Muto, Sam, Old Neil, Sophia.
As his gaze swept over them, Zat, Muto, and Mier looked excited and eager to go. Hog was carving a toy wooden blade, but the way he kept glancing up revealed his true feelings.
Old Neil, the old Kobold and slave captain, didn't shy away, though his eyes flickered.
But when his gaze fell upon Sam and Sophia, they both instinctively shrank back, like ostriches wishing they could bury their heads under the table.
"A war with tens of thousands of people... If I get thrown in, my old bones won't even be enough to feed a Goblin," Sam muttered under his breath.
"Yeah, yeah, it sounds terrifying just hearing about it!" Sophia nodded in deep agreement.
The two looked up and met each other's eyes, instantly feeling as if they had found a kindred spirit.
How could their little antics escape the Lord's eyes?
With a cold sneer, he called out their names directly. "Sam, Sophia."
