It was supposed to be the end of summer, yet in the Holy Land, the highest temperatures of the day could still reach a terrifying forty degrees, with the scorching yellow sand capable of cooking food directly.
Andreas returned from outside the tent without a single drop of sweat.
He was even shivering slightly, as if he hadn't recovered from a serious illness, his face unnaturally pale.
"Sir, are you alright?"
The secretary's face was full of concern: "Should we call Father Matthew to take a look? He has been learning medicine under Bishop Urding."
Andreas was a very upright Guard Officer. In the months Alandler governed, he organized many trivial matters seamlessly and had gained the unanimous approval of Alandler's clergy.
The secretary was genuinely worried.
Andreas weakly waved his hand: "I'm fine, you guys can leave with the documents for approval, I want to be alone for a while."
"Alright, call for the guard if you need anything."
"I will."
