Although James, Artur, and Fili had complicated backgrounds and had once been Leslie's men, they had no grounds to be picky with Roland now.
Once the three had fully chosen to pledge loyalty to Roland, he felt much more at ease. He then asked James, "How long can our territory's supplies last?"
"About half a month," James replied immediately without hesitation.
A trace of gravity slowly appeared on Roland's face.
In pursuit of hefty profits, Roland had taken more than ninety percent of the territory's food with him when he went to the Beastkin Empire, leaving behind less than a month's worth of reserves.
Although Leslie would immediately gather food for him after returning, Roland still said cautiously, "From now on, prioritize the Loyal Lion Brigade's food supply. Cut back on the slaves' rations first."
"Yes, my lord," James replied without objection.
Whether it was James, the others, or even Roland himself, none of them truly considered slaves to be their own kind.
If they had been slaves with black hair and black eyes, Roland might have felt some sense of kinship with them. But toward a group of blond-haired, blue-eyed slaves with large noses and small eyes, he felt nothing at all.
It could be said that ever since Roland had come to this world, he had never truly integrated into the Human Alliance.
The meeting did not last long. Roland had gathered the five of them mainly to make it clear that from this day onward, James and the other two would have nothing to do with Leslie.
After learning about the territory's recent situation, Roland directly announced the meeting adjourned.
After the meeting, Roland did not stop to rest. Instead, he rushed back into the laboratory.
Although this smuggling trip to the Beastkin Empire had gone extremely