"You really are..." After hearing him out, Nalant was utterly speechless at this fellow.
Though he was a captive, he was still the leader of a whole race, yet he had been doing such sneaky, petty theft.
But on second thought, hadn't goblins always had that kind of reputation?
If these fellows ran into a weaker human merchant caravan out on the wasteland, they could easily moonlight as bandits on a whim.
"Mario, what punishment does theft within the territory require?"
Though it was common enough for these goblins to steal chickens and dogs, and a few cream cakes and jars of Grape Wine were no more than a sesame seed of a matter to Nalant.
Still, this unhealthy trend could not be allowed to spread. Nalant had to give Rumba a proper warning.
Otherwise, if several thousand goblins followed his example, how was Nalant supposed to lead this group in the future?
"My lord, according to duchy law, if the theft is minor and it is the offender's first offense, the punishment is fifteen lashes, followed by three days suspended from a wooden pole!"
"If the offense is serious or repeatedly committed, one hand may be cut off, or the offender may be hanged outright!"
Mario immediately recited the law with a grave expression.
"Ah! Merciful lord, please spare me! Rumba will never dare again! My lord, don't hang me in the square!"
Rumba was badly frightened after hearing this.
He had always thought theft was nothing more than an ordinary little matter.
Even if caught, at worst he would apologize or pay compensation.
Yet he had never expected that he would not only be beaten, but also hung from a wooden pole for public display.
If that really happened, how could he ever face all his goblin subordinates