"Henry, what do you plan to do with these Half-Beastman heads?"
"Trade them for money, of course. I'm not like the Dean. Only the Dean has the right to pile up Half-Beastman heads to shock the world."
The three of them traveled day after day. Their bond grew stronger, and they could talk about almost anything.
On the way back, Henry was in high spirits, as he had accomplished his three goals.
Make money, train his troops, and hack and slash! And he hadn't been injured in the slightest.
Now, Henry finally had the leisure to admire the beauty of the grasslands, which were covered in green as far as the eye could see.
The sky was as blue as a sapphire, with white clouds drifting by, creating a sense of peace and beauty.
Unfortunately, they were a bit far from the empire's current border. Otherwise, they would have seen herds of cattle and sheep grazing.
Across the vast plain, one could even see gently rolling hills and mountains.
