Anything that could make them mobilize could not possibly be a small matter, no matter how one thought about it.
How could a tiny country lord like Nalant possibly provoke so many important figures?
"Is that the human brat? Damn it, what a despicable, shameless bastard!"
"That's right, a despicable, shameless, filthy robber!"
"Today, our Blackhide Kobold Clan will definitely kill them!"
"That's right, we must kill that despicable, shameless noble and his subordinates!"
Just as Qiesi and the others were pondering what Nalant had done to provoke the Wise One into taking action, another wave of furious curses came from across the field.
They came from the tens of thousands of small-tribe beastfolk who had followed the Wise One here.
After confirming Nalant's identity, every one of them gnashed their teeth in hatred, wishing they could rush forward at once and tear Nalant to pieces.
"Uh... Nalant, how exactly did you provoke them?"
The curses and shouts of ten thousand people were certainly loud, and the information revealed in their words immediately made the Sacred Alliance nobles look at one another.
It had always been them cursing the beastfolk as shameless bandits. Now, the beastfolk had turned the tables and were cursing Nalant instead.
And judging by the furious mood of those ten thousand people, it was as though Nalant had emptied out all their nests.
"Count, it was nothing. I just went to the Dwarves' settlement to bring my barbarian subordinates back. On the way, these beastfolk tried to surround and intercept me, so I simply ran into their imperial territory... and picked a few fruits while I was at it!"
Nalant looked slightly awkward. Being pointed at and called a robber by more than ten thousand people was truly a maiden in a bridal sedan chair—his first