"What secret intel? Spit it out," Lord Bone urged impatiently.
The goblin Shaman puffed out his chest, looking for praise.
"It's about those cannons, the ones the Slimes operate. They can fire way more than four times."
"I saw them firing over and over again. They shattered the big guy I summoned! They must have fired at least six or seven times, maybe even more!"
He spoke with animated excitement, completely oblivious to the fact that Lord Bone's face was turning livid at a visible rate.
Especially under Rex's wry, knowing gaze.
"See, Lord Bone,"
Rex chuckled. "I told you our intelligence is usually quite accurate."
"Hmph!"
Lord Bone's face burned as if he'd been slapped. Humiliated and enraged, he turned his fury on the still-babbling Shaman.
"What else? Spit it all out at once!"
The goblin Shaman flinched at the roar, feeling deeply wronged. He couldn't understand why reporting good news would anger his lord, but he still continued timidly:
