Haggs heard this and showed a bitter smile on his face.
"Your Majesty, I have been training the Cold-blooded Cavalry these past few months and haven't paid much attention to other departments of the territory..."
It is indeed a bit difficult to have a Wetland Lizard-man Hero, who is responsible for combat, to worry about trivial administrative affairs.
Every time there is a meeting, he's drowsy whenever talks of farming or resource excavation come up.
He still has a pile of tasks at hand, and after enhancing the troops, he has to organize and drill them into a corps-level combat force.
Otherwise, how would they fight effectively without becoming like scattered sand?
He is in charge of more than a hundred thousand people, feeling exhausted every day, and today he took some time to come here for an inspection...
Lear chuckled, waving his hand.
"Continue on..."
Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly thought of something and turned back, his gaze serious.
"Kneel."
