The Royal inspectors had no comeback.
They could only switch the topic to the tax exemptions, trade routes, the Silver route and the massive celebrations in the town.
Leo had an answer for everything. Cheeky, slippery, and technically unprovable.
Soon, the Royal Inspectors were out of questions. Their stomachs churned as they saw the smug look on Leo's face, but they could do nothing to corner him. He had a story for everything, and people supporting his claims as well.
"Enough games," A Royal Inspector slammed the table as he stood up.
"You paint a pretty picture, boy. A hero rising from the mud. A city saved by the power of friendship and reformed criminals."
The Royal Inspector stepped walked around the line of chairs, towards the dais.
"I look at these men," He gestured to the Blackfang Mercenaries, "And I don't see heroes."
"I see killers. I see men who would sell their mothers for a gold coin. I see the scum of the Endless Forest."
