Ivan lifted his head and snorted lightly, "What if I say no?"
The scarred guard's remaining eye glinted with danger, "What did you say? Infidel dog."
Ivan raised his tone, "You still don't know what an important figure you have imprisoned. I am a trusted minister under Lord Taqidin, commanding an entire cavalry of Mamluks."
"And still you dare be so arrogant as a prisoner?"
The scarred guard drew his weapon with a sinister expression, "No matter how high an official you are, you are now under my charge, understand?"
Ivan leaned against the prison cage with disdain, "Just a brainless fool, you still don't understand what my identity means - it means I am your Lord's money bag now, got it?"
The scarred guard's face immediately went stiff.
Ivan lowered his voice coldly, "Now, prepare some food for me and my soldiers. I also need a doctor to look at that poor guy's leg crawling with flies.
