"I ordered this from a company in Usturia," Marx replied nonchalantly.
The general was disappointed. Usturia was so far away. It they ordered from there, then it would be very expensive.
Amaya ate her breakfast quickly and went to where the horses were.
"We have to hurry back to the hunting ground. I need to reach there before 10:00 am otherwise I am out of the game." Amaya mounted Artemis without difficulty.
Marx was about to mount Apollo when General Maza approached him.
"Can I ride this horse back to the Hunting Ground?"
Marx frowned. A few soldiers surrounded him looking at him with hostility. He realized that the general was not asking for his permission.
"Sure. If you can ride him, then feel free." Marx kept his voice polite.
Vasquez stole a glance at his boss and he knew that he was furious.
