The Red Robe Knight strode into the tavern with two guards, looked around, and soon spotted His Majesty the King, seated in the corner, enjoying his drink.
He approached, eyeing the overturned wine cups scattered around the table, and couldn't help but furrow his brows deeply: "Your Majesty, why have you come out alone again?"
Richard nonchalantly looked at his loyal Count's Guard Captain: "Have a taste of the Coptic's Karakal, it's the strongest wine I've tasted in years."
"Your Majesty!"
The Count's Guard Captain spoke with emphasis: "You shouldn't have left us behind and traveled alone."
Richard raised an eyebrow, a hint of impatience flickering across his brow: "Alright, Fuller, with my strength, what could go wrong? If you're by my side and we encounter a situation even I find dangerous, I'd have to divide my attention to look after you."
Fuller was momentarily speechless.
