"Tsk, weak bastard. You wanted to mess with this Lord Gemo? Who do you think you are?" The goblin chief yelled disdainfully and spat on the back of Ash's head before continuing.
"Bring him to my tent and tie him carefully. Remember, don't let him move even a single finger. Who knows what kind of weird magic he knows? If he turns invisible and flees under my nose again, I might die from anger. And then, I'll have to vent my anger on you, which I believe none of you want to experience."
Hearing the chief's blunt threat, a chill ran down everyone's spine. Two unlucky goblins, who were in the chief's field of vision and knew they were in trouble if they didn't act quickly, nodded at him and moved towards Ash. They were about to pick him up when suddenly, a muscular swordsman goblin spoke, turning everyone's face pale as paper—except for the chief, whose entire body was shaking.