Losa looked at the envoy being carried away on a stretcher and frowned as he asked Raymond, who was still sitting in the corner, "Lord Tiberias, if I hadn't returned, would you have just watched, as the Hungarian King's envoy was beaten to death in the Crusaders' camp?"
Duke Raymond lifted his hand to stroke his beard and said lightly, "I don't possess the Marquis' esteemed prestige to make a group of drunkards stop. Your Guard doesn't heed my orders."
Ha—
Losa chuckled softly, "Is Lord Tiberias also hoping to watch a joke?"
"Who makes us all on the same boat?"
Raymond indifferently pointed at the wine glass on the table, "Have a sip, Bordeaux's wine, your father's favorite. Though he was a stubborn lunatic, his taste was not bad."
Duke Raymond wanted to secure the title of the Duke of Cyrenaica for his son. As Losa's important supporter and main patron, he worried about the dilution of his shares.
