"Which one of you is the Lord?"
"The Lord isn't here. You can just tell me what you need."
Barton decisively raised his hand to stop their nonsense; time is indeed precious.
The two were evidently ready to cooperate, with one playing the weak role, which meant the other must be strong, immediately accusing Barton upon seeing his impatient look.
"Why are you invading our territory? We warn you to withdraw immediately, or else..."
"Cut them down; keeping them is just a waste of time." Reynard interrupted that person's barking, his voice was full of pressure, but nothing compared to the oppression of the longsword he always held.
We're all people of society; who do you think you're playing this game with?
Indeed, that single sentence stifled the person, their tone had risen too high, wanting to continue speaking but daring not to, it was extremely awkward.
