"My Lord, you summoned me?" Chief Moer asked.
"I remember you said there are Druids on the Beastman Grassland. Do you know which races they belong to?" Robson asked.
Finding Druids was arguably one of the most important objectives of Robson's trip.
The entire Affleck Domain was currently suffering from a severe food crisis.
Although things seemed fine for now, that was only because the immigrants had not yet arrived, and the army still had the full support of three parties: the Fengman Clan, the Military Commission, and the Kingdom Government.
With nearly ten thousand Soldiers, the soldier-to-civilian ratio was one to two—an expense not just anyone could afford.
Robson had long coveted the Druids and their Magic, which could rapidly mature crops.
"Druids?"
Chief Moer scratched his head.
"Actually, if you're really looking for them, you don't have to look far. They're right under your nose.
The Centaurs, in fact, have a Druid tradition," said Chief Moer.
