"Alright, Cain. Why don't you tell me why you only brought one wagon of iron ores when I demanded four?" Leone asked. "Does your father think I'm some kind of pushover? Hm?"
Cain didn't dare to answer. Ulric already had his fists clenched. He feared that if his answer annoyed them, he would get another beating.
As the oldest son of the Chieftain of the Darkmane Tribe, he had enjoyed many privileges and benefits.
Due to his position, he had neither experienced any hardship in life nor suffered pain like what he was experiencing now.
For someone who had lived a blessed life, the pain he felt was enough for him to fear the young man looking down at him from the stage.
"You can't answer?" Leone smirked. "Do you want me to order Ulric to loosen your jaw for you?"
"W-Wait! I'll talk!" Cain replied in a panicked voice. "I don't know why my father only prepared one wagon when you asked for four!"
"You don't know?"
"Yes! I don't!"
