The two guards standing at the door moved forward to seize him, and Sir Dickbin jumped as if he were a squirrel whose tail had been stepped on. Clearly, he hadn't expected the "White-haired Demon" to be so unreasonable.
He couldn't care less about responding to the mocking insult, only shouting in panic.
"You! How dare you! Wait, I'm an envoy... I'm a noble! Take your dirty hands off me! For the sake of Saint Sis, let me return to Roland City, I must explain this matter to Your Majesty!"
The two guards were as fierce as wolves and didn't listen to his plea, one on each side lifting the screaming knight and dragging him outside like a dead dog.
"This matter isn't urgent, you'll always have the chance to see Your Majesty. Remember to greet Theoden for me when you do."
Edward picked up the pencil thrown on the map, too lazy to give the knight dragged out the door another glance.
"And tell him he still owes me two debts."
"I will settle accounts with him sooner or later!"
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