In the desolate village, the seasoned cavalrymen were each busy, working in an orderly fashion. Meanwhile, an older and a younger knight stood in the corner, discussing the secret plots and plans of the Southern Holy War, known only to the elite of the Holy War Army.
"Actually, talking about this uncle King, he fought quite well, relying on the mountainous fortresses to resist firmly. The Castilians had been attacking with full force for two years and found it quite tricky. At that time, they remembered the captured nephew King..."
Upon hearing this, Giovanni widened his eyes in confusion and asked.
"Huh? Lorenzo, hasn't this nephew King died yet after being captured for so long?"
"Haha! Not only is he not dead, but he has also been treated quite well!"
The old knight Lorenzo stroked his beard and said with a smile.
