Chapter 1885 - Blessings and Curses - Part 2

Oliver was not a man to put a boot on another's neck, and force him into service. Or at least, he didn't like to think so. But this was an offering of a hand in the truest sense, three thousand good swords. He'd seen those Treeant soldiers fight, and they had fought fiercely. The morality of taking on men whom he had slain the King of – it was a hard thing to process in oneself. Yet, after all, it was not Oliver that processed it. For it was not Oliver that heard their wanting cry. Ingolsol could not be denied such a thing, when dangled in front of him. His eyes were of the most solid of gold when he did step forward, as if he was already in charge of them, and as if he would move to inspect them.