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Chapter 332: Abominable Giant

Chapter 332: Abominable Giant

Asher took his designated seat, removed his helmet and set it on the table.

"Chief Esau. Apologies for the trouble—we will leave at first light."

"You haven't troubled me at all." Esau shook his head. "After I received your message through the falcon, I made sure you and your men won't lack a proper place to rest and have good food to eat."

Esau clapped twice, and servants trooped into the hall carrying steaming bowls of rich, hot, meaty stew.

When Nero saw the stew, his eyes narrowed. Even as a BloodBlade, the closest man to the ruler of his dominion, it was rare to see a stew so generously filled with meat.

The aroma romanced his nostrils, making his mouth water against his will.

Asher grabbed a spoon and scooped a portion of the stew with some meat and vegetables before putting it into his mouth and chewed on it softly.

"This is good."

Seeing him eat, Nero and the paladins followed.

"It's the meat of a four-horned deer," Esau explained. "It's one of our prized livestock. It tastes much better than an ovok."

The nodding of the paladins drew a chuckle from Esau. "In your letter, you mentioned you were heading to Mount Seir. Those Dothanites have been raiding the city, and with most of my people having fled to your paradise, I no longer have enough men to defend it."

Asher lowered his spoon. "Why don't you come to paradise? I'll grant you two hectares of land in your name. No noble house will tax you, neither will you lower your head to anyone… except me."

Catherine Ross frowned, and the expressions on the faces of the mages soured. Asher could feel their anger.

How dare he ask their chief to bow his head.

"My city easily spans hundreds of hectares. Why should I settle for less?"

Esau said softly, his whiskers twitching.

Asher slowly exhaled and finally set his spoon down. "In two weeks, winter will be upon us. Your mages should be able to feel the raw, untamed force in the atmosphere. There will surely be an army of abyss creatures."

He swept his gaze at all the gathered rat beastmen. "From the gates of your city to this place, I have fewer than a hundred men. Although you might have a dozen companies of Gray Knights, it won't be enough."

Asher's words were like a sharp blade, but he knew the truth of them.

He knew the power of the gray knights. They were formidable—towering and muscular as a well-built human, these rat beastmen had gone through cruel training under General Aldrich.