“Hey, sheeple, set up the tents already.”
“Hey, sheeple, bring me some water.”
“Hey, sheeple…”
The two servants, Dave and Benjamin, felt like their nightmare had started once the young man from the Central Plains was appointed as the sorcerer’s steward. Moreover, he wasn’t even truly considered the sorcerer’s steward yet!
The young man could already order them around even though he was still handcuffed.
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