Saiter and the soldiers glared in fury.
They wished they could rush up and hack Xiluo to death.
Could this damned bastard even speak properly? Who said things like that to someone's face? Besides, how were they that bad?
"Fine! Fine! Your Excellency Xiluo! Since you insist on being so rude!
"I accept this duel! But blades have no eyes. If anyone gets hurt, don't blame us for being too ruthless!"
Saiter roared in anger, veins bulging across his face.
"That's fine. We have a cleric from the Church of the God of Wealth here, so I'm sure nothing will go wrong. If someone really dies, there's nothing to be done. They can only blame themselves for being too useless."
Xiluo spoke casually and glanced behind him.
A cleric in silver robes immediately stepped out of the procession and came to Xiluo's side.
The Church of the God of Wealth was Niro City's principal faith.
The two maintained a close cooperative relationship.
Naturally, the church had also sent someone to welcome Xiluo, the other dragons, and their retainers.
"Under the great God of Wealth's protection, leave the treatment of injuries to me."
The cleric spoke.
"All right.
"Choose a warrior from among my retainers to fight your soldiers.
"Prove to me that your soldiers aren't useless!"
Xiluo reminded him.
Saiter slowly stepped out of his original formation and approached the Hyena-People and Boar-Pigfolk.
He swept his gaze over them.
He saw several male Hyena-People and female Boar-Pigfolk holding the hands of their short little children, watching him curiously.
A group of female Hyena-People and male Boar-Pigfolk bared their teeth at him.
Saiter fixed his gaze on a Hyena-Person who stood only a meter tall, but before he could speak,
Xiluo's voice drifted over.
"That's an underage Hyena-Person. In human terms,