So, the conversation began with Lotus relentlessly praising his own accomplished young master. Regrettably, the Colonel couldn't stay for long.
He soon set out on the road to Crimson Castle again, and in the carriage, his companion, Major Ron, General Solos's youngest son, was grinning from ear to ear, counting Gold Coins in a small pouch.
"I mean, you're not missing this little bit, are you?"
Colonel Fraser, somewhat helplessly rubbing his temples, said,
"It's indecent, put it away."
"You don't understand, Fraser, I don't lack this little bit, but all these were won by luck!"
Major Ron laughed and said,
"Unlike you, who lost fifty Gold Coins at the slots in twenty minutes, I just played two rounds of bridge with the Northerners and won back everything you lost. These Transia Barbarians surely know how to entertain.
Their casino is really something.
I have a feeling that my military life in Transylvania won't be as boring as I imagined."
"Be careful."
The Colonel warned,
