"In truth, we came here to pledge our loyalty to you, Lord Levi. While we cannot wield swords—even a Goblin is better suited for combat than we are—I dare say that every member of the Model Race is a good, knowledgeable lad." The diminutive old man, Tang Jin, was an honest sort. He didn't shy away from admitting the Model Race's lack of combat prowess, and he also made their usefulness clear.
"No problem. High Cliff Castle is in dire need of knowledgeable scholars like you, Elder Tang Jin." The Lord snapped his fingers.
High Cliff Castle was currently full of fighting men who were all but illiterate. Both accounting and internal affairs had fallen to Leiden and Tina. It had been manageable when the operation was still small, but as High Cliff Castle grew, the two of them found themselves increasingly overwhelmed.
