Their faces were filled with hesitation, wanting to speak but holding back.
Looking at the expressions of these apprentices, Lynn spoke: "What? Are you pleading for your foreman?"
Upon hearing Lynn's words, the apprentices immediately lowered their heads, not daring to meet their Lord's gaze.
Kneeling on the ground, Ehrelo waited silently without looking back.
At this moment,
A slightly immature male voice sounded.
"Lord, please spare Lord Ehrelo. I am willing to accept the punishment for him!"
Lynn followed the voice and saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old male with well-developed muscles, his eyes full of plea as he looked at him.
As the young man's voice sounded, one after another, voices of request echoed in agreement.
"Master, please spare Lord Ehrelo. It's because of our limited abilities that we have burdened him."
"Master, Lord Ehrelo has been working hard; he only rests for three or four hours a day."
"We beg you, Lord..."
"..."
