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Before starting their invasion of the Langkegart Kingdom, a tribal council was held. One by one, the chiefs entered the tent.
"Why is that man here at the tribal council?" One of the chiefs spoke upon seeing Georg.
Urich relayed the question to Georg with a grin, "They're asking why someone like you is here."
Although Urich spoke playfully, Georg's legs were slightly trembling.
"Weren’t you the one who told me to come? Urich."
Georg glanced at the fierce faces of the chiefs. Every single one of them looked like they were ready to draw their swords and tear Georg apart at any moment.
Georg resented Urich for making him come to the council. The tent was crowded with men who seemed like they could kill a person with only a glance.
"Georg Arthur represents the civilized mercenaries. He has every right to be here."
Samikan, sitting at the head of the table, correctly pronounced Georg's name.
"He is not our kind, though, is he?"
"My brother, Noah Arten, is not of our kind either."
"That's a different matter, Great Chief Samikan."
"There is no difference. Did we originally consider ourselves the same people? We were different tribes, but now we are united. If we can fight together, we will welcome anyone who wishes to join us and treat them fairly."
Samikan recognized Georg's position. It shut up the questioning chief.
Samikan had actively utilized civilized people where their abilities...
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