Morgan collects the fleece that has just been sheared by the woman who is the shepherd and stands indifferently with her wide hat. He puts it in the basket, followed by Alita, who comes with an empty basket.
"Why do I have to do this?"
Alita put the empty basket in front of Morgan and took the basket full of fleece. She smiled mockingly.
"Blame yourself for acting like a lunatic at that meeting, Aragon never liked someone like you who disrespected the General."
Morgan snorted in annoyance. The shepherd woman seemed deaf to all her complaints, she continued to shear the sheep in different places and made Morgan's patience erode even more.
"General Carlos? Should I call him that? How strong is he, huh?" Morgan threw the fleece that was scattered on the ground. "I just want to find Iris as soon as possible!"
