Sara watched the two men leave and could not help asking Algayer in a low voice, "There won't be any problems, will there?"
Algayer smiled. "I believe these two will carry out my orders without question now."
"Oh?" Sara looked at Algayer with a smile. "How did you manage that?"
Algayer said, "How could a fourth-rank expert who has lived for centuries be a fool? I helped them find a direction, so they repaid me with loyalty."
Among the Elf Race of the other world, everyone believed Heath was an arrogant, conceited waste. His current position was entirely due to his ancestors' achievements and his fourth-rank strength.
Did Heath himself not know? He knew perfectly well, but he had no way to change that impression. He had tried, but he simply was not suited to being a legion commander.
In several wars, he had caused the deaths of tens of thousands of commoner elves. Having no talent whatsoever for command, he had also gotten many noble elves killed, to the point that even the noble elves as a group despised him.
To change this situation, Heath had secretly studied as well, but it was still useless. Once he reached the battlefield, he still could not command properly and still got large numbers of subordinates killed.
For the past several centuries, Heath had lived under the ridicule of both commoners and nobles. He could only use brutality to conceal his embarrassment and resentment.
Heath had also volunteered to come to this world. He could no longer bear the looks from his own people and wanted to prove himself here.
After Algayer had a long talk with Heath, Heath understood the importance of this mission. Algayer promised him that as long as he completed it, he would receive vast lands, countless slaves