"How much longer can the siege camp outside the Baza fortress hold on?"
Light smoke curled around as the face of Thomas, the chief inquisitor, remained cold and solemn like the Pyrenees mountains.
Upon hearing this, King Fernando slightly raised his eyebrows, his expression subtly shifting. At this moment, his mind was filled with numerous thoughts, changing like the smoke. But eventually, when the smoke faced the mountains, all the myriad transformations gathered together, condensing into two low responses like cold, striking snow.
"Honorable black-robed monk, may the Almighty bless us! Before you arrived, the morale of the siege camp could only last for half a month. But now..."
King Fernando paused, his eyes indifferent and answered unemotionally.
"As long as the 'salvation' inquisition can continue, I am confident the siege camp can hold on for another month!"
"One month..."
Thomas, the chief inquisitor, pondered slightly and then asked again.
