Julian breathed a sigh of relief, patting his chest to soothe his wildly beating heart, thinking he had narrowly escaped disaster.
But suddenly, an agonizing knock on the head made him dizzy, seeing stars; he had to hold his head and squat down to recover.
"If you truly don't need your beak anymore, I'll help you sew it shut. Too noisy, it's making my head ache." Rowan retracted his hand, his expression cold. He didn't show partiality or hold back just because Julian was young, impulsive, or acting pitiful. He was fair to everyone; whoever was noisy or caused trouble got hit.
"All of you, get lost and work for me. You can only rest when the work is done; anyone who slacks off will go hungry."
The two beastmen resentfully glared at each other, sparks flying, but didn't dare to act recklessly in front of the enraged Omegina anymore, obediently returning to their workstations.
