"The Viscount has arrived!"
"Viscount!"
"Viscount."
Robson followed Bo Yang to where the nobles were gathered.
The area was also in ruins, but it was relatively open.
When the crowd saw Robson arrive, they all placed a hand over their chests in a military salute, showing their acknowledgment.
Among them were Robson's old subordinates, who were accustomed to the gesture. However, most were newly sworn southern nobles, military aristocrats, and Northern Nobles.
For Robson, this battle—the first he had personally led them on—held not just military significance, but an even greater political one.
Although they had fought that group of goblins before, they were just goblins. The Centaurs they crushed today were the regular army of the Beastman Empire.
Now, these frontier nobles were truly convinced.
"Ha! When did you learn to do that?"
As Robson walked over, he noticed Noon copying the military salute along with the others. Surprisingly, Noon's form was quite standard.
