"My territory has many Blackhide Pork Pig farms, but these creatures have one trait: they get everywhere," Velin said slowly. "However, the army's training requires this kind of tender flesh containing Mana Energy."
"So, there are many Blackhide Pork Pig farms in Qixing Territory. If you cannot fulfill your duties, being the manager of one of those farms will be your fallback position."
"I believe the title of farm director should count as a punishment for all of you."
Upon hearing this, everyone froze for a moment before silently lowering their heads, their excitement dampened somewhat.
For Rorick and Cyrus, who had already received their appointments, the joy they had felt earlier was gone, replaced by heavy pressure.
As Moon Mark Knights and former members of the Moon Mark Knight Order, they had their own pride. If they became farm managers, they would truly be humiliated beyond measure.
The remaining Moon Mark Knights who had wanted to recommend themselves immediately silently gave up. They planned to return and think carefully about what truly suited them, lest they really end up in charge of Blackhide Pork Pigs and become the laughingstock of their companions.
Two hours later, Velin looked up at the night sky. The moon had already reached its highest point.
"Alright, today's discussion ends here."
"The next seven days will be your free time."
"You may bring your family and friends, but no more than ten people."
"Gather at the manor where I am staying on the afternoon of the eighth day."
"Alright, disperse."
After speaking, Velin flew into the air, leaving the military city and heading toward the manor where he was staying.
The twelve Moon Mark Knights stood up and solemnly saluted Velin's departing figure. Only after he had completely vanished into the sky did they straighten