After speaking, Knight Thomas turned his head, and just like when he arrived, left with his head high in big strides. Under the large tree, only the furious and helpless Pedro remained. This veteran camp commander of the holy war, like a red-eyed bull, couldn't help but curse.
"Damn Santiago Knight Order! This group of church paupers dispatched to the East for expedition! Without a full set of plate armor, yet pretending to be noble knights in front of me? Carajo! Even without a horse, my title is still a royal knight bestowed by the queen!..."
Camp Commander Pedro cursed for a while, listening to the gradually receding sound of the warhorses, his face flushed with anger. And the newly appointed company captain Knight Alonso hurriedly arrived, urgently asking upon meeting.
