One minister after another, according to their identity and status, paid their respects to Losa. Losa also gave cordial greetings, even though many he hadn't met more than a few times, let alone had any deep acquaintance with.
Upon returning to Hebron, Losa felt like he had stepped onto a stage, with everyone's eyes fixed upon him.
Inside the tent, the feast was already set, with mingling of wine cups and dice, creating an atmosphere of great enthusiasm.
Losa's return was undoubtedly a boost for those worried he might never come back.
Losa called Kurs over, saying, "Kurs, send out the word, tonight the whole army will eat well."
Kurs frowned slightly but, seeing the smile on Losa's face, still replied, "Yes."
Currently, Transjordan's financial situation isn't good. Bearing the logistical spending for so many people every day is like pouring money away.
Losa nodded to him slightly and said quietly, "Don't worry about the money."
