ch 57 : message

Out in the Siberian kingdom, a monstrous species, morphologically similar to mutants professor key appears, but comparatively smaller in size and with a more humanoid complexion. A group of frost giants, enslaved, walked in line, burdened with heavy Blackstone on their swollen backs.

"Who gave permission to stop, you piss of garbage?" a sturdy man in a tough golden suit, a symbol of the royal guard, carved into his chest, exclaimed, holding a light hunter single hunter's strike, peeling the frost giant's skin layer.

"Ah, please forgive me; I am tirelessly working for ten days without a second's break. At least show some humanity. Our race surrenders with the thought of our flourishing kingdom's fallen economy. Contrary to our hopes, our lives end up as hellish slaves in your hands," the frustrated slave leader retorted.