"My lord!"
As Lance approached, he drew the attention of the staff, and their greetings startled him, his gaze shifting to them.
These people were not like Lance, who was so powerful that he didn't need rest. Summoned by the Lord, they had spent half a day preparing and then dealt with refugees all night, and their exhaustion was hard to conceal.
"You've worked hard. Once the others come to change shifts, I'll give you a paid day off. Go back and rest well," Lance said to the staff kindly, nodding and promising them.
"For Hamlet!" The staff, though tired from a whole night of work, felt the Lord's care upon hearing these words.
Saying more empty words was useless; only material rewards were practical, after all, spirits couldn't be eaten for food.
Some refugees noticed this scene and were a bit surprised, both by their mutual attitudes and that unique phrase.
