Afterward, Burborn, Madmonk, and Bamund entered the tent one after another.
"The Border Dwarf Army has been defeated. The front has advanced northward, and the border crisis facing Kadlo Province and Sailop Province has been lifted."
Upon hearing this news, everyone, including Velin, breathed a sigh of relief.
Speculation was only speculation. Only hearing the news directly from the legion commander could put them completely at ease.
"According to instructions from the Sixth Commander's Department, the logistics supply mission will now be handed over to the 29th Legion. Our 27th Legion's task is to enter Xigas Province and suppress scattered Dwarf Resistance Forces."
After reading out the order, Burborn looked around and asked, "Do you have any questions?"
After a brief pause, Rassel was the first to rise. He bowed and respectfully asked, "Commander, may we capture Dwarves as slaves?"
"Yes." Burborn nodded. "You may capture Dwarves for personal use as slaves, or sell them to other nations. However, you must not slaughter Dwarves wantonly. This is His Majesty the King's command."
Having received the answer he wanted, Rassel sat back down.
Then came the second question, followed by the third.
Burborn answered each one in detail, ensuring they would not violate The King's Command out of greed.
Half an hour later, the meeting ended.
Just as Velin was preparing to leave, his Third Uncle slung an arm around his shoulders, making his intentions obvious.
Seeing this, Velin could only offer Rassel an apologetic look. He would not be able to return with him.
Watching the scene, Rassel felt deeply envious. If only his family also had an elder among the army's upper ranks. Sadly, he could only dream of it.
"You brat, how did you enjoy these peaceful months?" Bamund walked shoulder to shoulder with Velin toward his tent.