Caught Red-Handed

"Long-term, 10 Gold Coins per person. Their contract ends when they are no longer able to fight. No severance pay if they die in battle! Short-term is calculated by battle: 1 to 5 Gold Coins per battle depending on the difficulty. If they die, they need 5 Gold Coins in severance pay. Um... and if you would be willing to share some of the spoils as rewards for them, I would be deeply grateful!" Alistair explained with a timid, ingratiating smile.

"The price is reasonable, but I will designate the territory where you settle your people. Without a summons, your army cannot leave that territory on a large scale! Can you accept that?" Roland laid out the unpleasant terms first.

"Of course, Your Highness!" Alistair knew he had little room to refuse. Savage Goblins had never been picky about where they lived anyway. As long as they had a patch of wasteland where they could raise Tutu Pigs, that was enough. The pigs dug up the earth for insects, roots, and grass leaves on their own. In any case, they were much like Savage Goblins—both were remarkably easy to keep alive.

"Good! Come take a look here!" Roland pointed at the map.

"..." Alistair stared speechlessly at the table, which was a little shorter than he was tall. Even standing on tiptoe, he could barely make out the general layout...

"Sorry." Roland immediately pulled over a chair.

"Thank you for your help." Alistair thanked him sincerely, then climbed onto the chair and sat down. The moment he did, his whole body sank down another notch...

"..." Roland.

"..." Alistair.

In the end, Alistair had to stand on the chair before he could see the entire map. The sand table nearby would actually have been clearer, but it was less convenient