Mace Hoyland nodded blankly. He knew very little about the world of the nobility, as he hadn't been raised from a young age to inherit the title of Count.
Mace only knew that nobles needed to maintain their dignity, so he couldn't understand why Fass and the others would throw matches.
Fass stabbed another Gnoll to death, but unfortunately, the spearhead got stuck in its body. Fass had no choice but to abandon the long spear and retreat behind the Shield Array.
"Let me put it this way: of all my seniors, there isn't a single one who hasn't thrown a match. Some of them got such a bad reputation for it among the Free People in Baltahan that they just ran off to Tiyaer to pull their scams there."
Fass raised his shield and said, "Stop thinking about useless things. Follow Henry, break through the Half-Beastmen's formation, tear open the left flank, and rendezvous with the Seventh and Eleventh Legions!"
