"Tch! A bunch of useless trash!" The little fatty rubbed his aching fists and feet, finally done venting his anger.
He spat at the Elder Chief in disgust, then straightened his jewel-encrusted golden robe and strode on his short legs toward his throne, over a dozen meters high, putting on an air of majesty.
The fatty resembled a werewolf, with a slightly protruding nose and a pair of pointed ears. However, his height of less than a meter and his bloated physique utterly ruined what should have been a ferocious presence.
Only after the fatty returned to his seat did the two tall werewolf guards standing on either side shift their wary gazes away from the Elder Chief.
"Lord Kinlock, our race failed to provide adequate protection, resulting in damage to one of the devices. We willingly accept punishment." The Elder Chief seemed accustomed to such treatment and admitted his guilt calmly.
A flicker of satisfaction flashed through the little fatty's narrow eyes, and a greedy smile immediately spread across his face.
"Of course you'll be punished. The Ryan Race's supply allocation for this year will be cut by thirty percent, and your taxes increased by twenty percent. You'll also provide an additional 300,000 ordinary warriors and 1,000 Bronze Warriors!"
The little fatty no longer looked remotely as furious as he had moments earlier. He was the very picture of an unscrupulous businessman who had successfully docked his employees' bonuses.
He had already learned that although the Wormhole Expansion Device had suffered considerable damage, its core components remained intact. A repair fee was all it would take to restore it.
With those cuts and increases, he could even turn a tidy profit!
Upon hearing Kinlock's punishment, even the Elder Chief's perpetually stern face twitched violently.
Their defeat had been entirely