Finding a faction that would accept him and allow him to realize his ambitions was the optimal solution.
It makes no difference whether you're herding one duck or a whole flock. Levi said nothing, simply nodding twice.
"Lord, I want to join High Cliff Castle too!"
Just as Leiden the Goblin finished his oath, an urgent voice called out from a distance.
A Pigman, about two sizes smaller than Panda, came running from the distance. He wore a grimy apron and was carrying a butcher knife.
This Pigman was none other than Tikli.
After this guy surrendered, the Lord had assigned him to work with the cooks.
Later, seeing he was quite strong, Mier assigned him to the logistics team to chop meat and cook.
After all, a group of scrawny Goat-men would struggle to chop a single bone.
"Haven't you already joined High Cliff Castle?" Levi raised an eyebrow.
'Is this place a dumping ground? Why is everyone so eager to get in?'
