"If something like this happens again, you won't have to work here anymore. It's very cold, isn't it?" she said calmly.
The Beastman didn't dare to look at her, his heart hammering nervously in his chest. For some reason, even though her voice remained light and placid, he felt an immense, indescribable pressure.
This pressure felt like an innate desire to submit, compelling him to unconsciously obey her every word.
"I promise, this will never happen again..." the Beastman whispered, nervously clenching his fists. 'This job is already so much easier than hunting or forging. I can't bear to give it up to someone else.'
"Go find a few available Beastmen nearby. Get some lumber from the warehouse and repair the roof."
"Yes!" He immediately turned and ran to find them.
Several strong Beastmen were quickly summoned. They gathered together, waiting for her to issue commands.
