If work was important, then his lord had practically delivered the women right to his doorstep. If he kept using that excuse to brush it off, it would be impossible to justify.
As for using a nonexistent fiancée as a shield, he would need to have one first!
His lord probably knew his personal records better than he did. Making up such an excuse would just be deceiving himself.
Left with no choice, Belder wore a bitter smile and said to Velin, "Thank you, my lord. Within three months, I will win them over as soon as possible."
"Hahaha, that's more like it." Since the other party had agreed, Velin no longer kept a straight face. He smiled and spoke gently.
Velin then looked at the others. Most of the knights swept by his gaze lowered their heads. Aside from Raimondo, Orlando, and Hebrew, the other ten did not dare meet Velin's eyes.
"You're the same. The twenty-odd young women I sent back later were all carefully selected by me. Don't wait until I have to personally come urge you into marriage with a sword in hand. Get moving."
"Yes, my lord."
Other than Orlando and Belder, everyone else answered loudly.
Velin shot Hebrew a fierce glare and warned him, "Don't even think about this, brat. Stay put and behave yourself. If I find out otherwise, I'll break your legs."
"My lord, why?" Hebrew asked, somewhat dissatisfied.
Orlando punched Hebrew on the head, making him clutch his head in pain.
His big brother was getting more and more skilled at hitting people, using the least force to inflict the greatest pain.
"There aren't so many whys. I'll personally decide the marriages of you two."
"Fine." Hebrew pursed his lips and muttered in a low voice with his head lowered.
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