"Fall in!"
Gerald, who looked like a normal bald, headstrong man again, didn't wear any armor or have any weapons today. However, he was still naturally in a stern manner, making others not dare to treat him carelessly.
As a master of his level, armor and weapons were just accessories for him. The great posture of a master was the best proof of their identity and was enough to maintain their prestige.
For example, at this moment, by his order, the quarters woke up in the dark with a lot of noise. Soldiers of the Regiment of Knights got up in chaos, put on their armor, took up their weapons, and rushed to the big square in the center of the campsite.
Beside the feet of Gerald, a slender stick of incense was burning quickly and steadily. The length-marks on it had shown that it was a tool for timing.
