Of course, this isn't because these country squires are so compassionate, it's simply because they heard that His Grand Duke and the legendary Prince are about to arrive.
To make a good impression in front of these truly important figures, these nobles from remote areas displayed enthusiasm higher than that during festivities.
"Hurry up!"
"Damn it, haven't you eaten? Set up that tent! And you, what are you standing around for? You over there, go and boil the water!"
"What? You're the tent guy? Then come back!"
A baron with a beer belly rode on a sturdy warhorse, waving a horsewhip, sweating profusely, and shouting loudly in the camp.
His lavish silk attire was soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to his bulging belly, looking unspeakably comical.
Clark stood a little distance away, rubbing his forehead helplessly.
