"If you have any ideas, just tell me!"

Downton was flipping through the battle reports and giving instructions, gesturing for everyone to be more casual.

"Master, although there is no shortage of food and clothes, there are not enough weapons and armor. You can't let us fight with wooden sticks and stone mallets, right?"

Johnson complained.

"You are in charge of the natives. Why are they basking in the sun instead of training? When I came in, I saw that all the people on duty were barbarians!"

Downton questioned.

"These guys are difficult to control. I spent a lot of time to get them to obey."

Johnson wanted to say more, but was interrupted.

"I don't want to listen to excuses, I only look at the results." Downton looked directly into Johnson's eyes, "If you want weapons, you must show corresponding results!"

"Master, as long as they are armed, I promise to lead them to charge first and repel the enemy for you."

Johnson patted his chest and assured.

"I'm afraid you're taking them with you to rebel, right?"

Jackson sneered.

"what do you mean?"

Johnson questioned.

"Hmph, you understand." Jackson pointed to the door, "What's going on with those ogres? These lazy guys don't take the initiative to stand guard!"

"Of course it's for the master's safety, just to show off!"

Johnson has lived in a human country, so he is easier to talk than those pure natives.

"Why do I see murderous intent in their eyes?" Jackson reminded, "Master, you have to be careful, this guy has changed!" (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!