The falcon hesitated for a moment, then nodded vigorously, tearfully grateful, and said, "Thank you, my lord!"
"In extreme cases, I allow you to surrender to those filthy Orcs and also to speak of everything you know."
Lucius pinched his brow and said indifferently, "If Archbishop Ethan blames us, I'll take responsibility."
Although he was well aware that the other party was merely trying to buy him over, the falcon felt a rather subtle emotion arising in his heart. After two seconds of silence, he nodded and said, "I understand, my lord."
"Go now."
Lucius waved his hand and smiled warmly at the falcon, "Be quick, I await your news."
...
Game Time AM10:31
East side of Holy Mountain Sumier's peak
"We made it, Doodoo."
The panting falcon leaned against a crooked tree that was entirely snow-white, wiped his sweat, then turned to look at his equally panting mount, grinning, "You should still be able to fly, right?"
