I Can't Tell If You're A Friend Or An Enemy!
I was ready to kill a few of them to make the others scared and follow my orders. But it seemed I didn't need to do any of that.
"Lord, please show mercy," they all knelt, one after another, while declaring me as their lord.
"Great, now we can talk," I didn't put away my glaive, kept it by my side, while leant over it, "can anyone tell me the trick behind these shields? How can I pass through them?"
"This…" One of them hesitated, and the next instant he fell to the ground, getting a hit from the shaft and blunt side of my glaive.
"I don't want to hear anything by the answers I want," I added, acting as a perfect tyrant, one who wasn't the type to negotiate or speak in a bad way towards.
"Lord, please show mercy," the one who got hit hurriedly knelt again, "I know it's something lord wants to do, however…"
"Is it this hard to gain access to your lands?" I raised an eyebrow, feeling they were hiding something,
If a beating wouldn't do it, then killing a few would.