"Brothers, where are we heading?"
Derum, caught in the middle, was still a bit confused.
"Obviously, to get whipped."
"Huh?"
"Don't worry, kid. We know our limits and won't hurt you seriously, but you need to cooperate, alright?"
"How do I cooperate?"
"You know how to scream? The louder the better."
The Varangian Guards escorting Derum spat disdainfully: "What kind of King's Envoy crap is this? If it wasn't for our duty, we'd definitely give him a punch."
The banquet couldn't continue.
Countless knights were following behind the Varangian Guards.
"That knight stood up to prevent us from being punished. I'd rather take a whipping than stay at the banquet eating and drinking."
"What's his name?"
"I know, his name is Derum. Last night we prayed together at the Lazarus Sanctuary and today Marquis has knighted both of us."
"That Derum seems to be a Kurd."
The sentiment for support seemed to suddenly diminish.
