"I am Lind Armand," Lind declined the Soldier's offer to announce him, possibly to maintain an air of nobility, but he had more pressing matters to confirm.
"How is Baron Ronan?"
The snake-man Soldier looked up at him, his disgusting red hood continuously protruding outward.
"This is the territory of Baron Ronan!"
"Of course, of course!" Lind nodded, fully agreeing with the other's statement.
He held an absolute supportive attitude toward the sacredness and inviolability of a Lord's lands, as he himself was a member of the lords.
"Baron Ronan is doing very well," the snake-man said.
"Could you pass a message for us? I'd like to have a talk with him."
The Flying Dragon crashed down, heavily striking the ground.
It was Lind's sincerity.
The snake-man trembled as he looked at the Flying Dragon, now also sensing Lind's sincerity.
The moment Lind rode the Flying Dragon over the Snake Catcher Fortress, he noticed dozens of ballistas had locked onto him.
