When I granted the audience the wealthy farmers had been eagerly awaiting, they came running as if their backsides were on fire. The moment they entered, they flinched at the sight of the heavily armed soldiers stationed around the room.
Glancing nervously at each other, they cautiously offered their respects.
"We greet the most noble and great lord of Feuzen."
"A pleasure. So you five are said to be the pillars supporting Feuzen?"
"Pillars—you flatter us."
When I checked their dispositions through the Manager Scouter, just as expected, they all carried ambition. Among the common folk, it was actually the most common disposition. Everyone has desires for success and material wealth.
But these men shared the trait of ambitious (evil). It meant they didn't care about means or methods. Chief Wentner, who was ambitious (neutral), was greedy too but at least knew his place.
The wealthy farmers competed to flatter me.
My ears were itching from it.
