In the face of Xing Huo, who approached with a smile, Bard showed no pleasant expression.
As a true Dwarf who started fighting against the Empire's Demon Race even before his beard grew, how could he have a good impression of the Demon Race?
Moreover, one of the missions of this diplomatic task was to confirm whether these Demons in the Northern Territory were friends or foes.
In other words, these smiling fellows in front of him might actually be enemies.
Bard squinted slightly, scrutinizing the demon patterns on Xing Huo's body, as well as those Half-demons and Lizardmen behind him.
Finally, his gaze rested on the two human subordinates of Xing Huo. Like other soldiers, their expressions were serious, but there was no fear in their eyes.
It seems they weren't being coerced—Bard made an initial judgment in his mind.
