Just as outside the fortress, Murtle's speech was impeccable, preventing Laud from finding any fault. After all, he had hinted so blatantly, it was just that someone was too stupid to notice.
Laud gritted his teeth with hatred, believing that Murtle was doing this on purpose to make him look foolish in front of Lord Lynn.
This was certainly a difficult opponent to deal with!
With this in mind, Laud immediately turned to Lynn and began to boast about how he had easily subdued the stand-in for William and a dozen burly men who had attacked him, and although he had fallen into a trap designed by the enemy in the heat of the moment, he had managed to delay them for a good amount of time.
Lynn patted Laud on the shoulder, offering a few words of comfort. Given the urgency of the situation, he had no time to explain himself and, of course, he wouldn't blame Laud for his disheveled appearance.
Then, Lynn's gaze finally fell on the trembling fat man trapped in the dungeon below.
