Meeting Room

Damn it...

Seeing the stance their captain had taken, the many team members who had originally been wondering what exactly he intended to do

were stirred into a state of turmoil.

They had never imagined that the man's bottom line was even lower than they had guessed—he was practically wearing "a wise man submits to the times" on his face!

The upper echelons and nobility had sent you here to flaunt your strength and make your presence known, yet you came right up and offered a cigar, begging them to look after you?

Were you playing with snakes??

Even after merely putting themselves in his shoes,

they could still feel their superiors' blood pressure shooting through the roof!

Still, dissatisfaction was dissatisfaction, and contempt was contempt. Everyone had quite a high opinion of how thick the man's skin was.

He would surely become someone promising in the future.

Some even felt that following a captain like this through life would definitely be safe and steady!

Risks and all that would plummet in a straight line!

Watching the scene before him, Angus Feldgar, who had initially thought the other party had come looking for trouble and worried that they might offend Orsaga, was equally bewildered. He did not understand what the fellow before him was trying to do, nor did he know what his colleagues were thinking or what orders they had given that had made this guy start off with such shameless fawning...

Subconsciously,

in his confusion, he scratched his head...

As one of the centers of the situation,

Orsaga was also a little at a loss when faced with the cigar being offered to him. Too lazy to use mind-reading or read the man's expression, he had no idea what was going on either.

His body immediately leaned back