Janet's eyebrow arched, and she questioned skeptically, "Indicate?"
"Uncle Joao, how do you want me to indicate?"
"Do you want me to kneel in front of the grave of the deceased soldiers of Frank Manor and confess?"
"Or do you want me to lead the few soldiers we have to attack Lynn's walls, as a burial for the fallen soldiers?"
Joao's face froze, the tone that originally contained reproach slightly relaxed.
"Janet, that's not what I meant."
Janet stared directly at Joao Frank across from her, questioning, "Uncle Joao, then what do you mean?"
Joao fell silent, not knowing what to say for a moment.
But Janet had no intention of stopping and continued speaking.
"I know, those soldiers were trained by you painstakingly."
"You spent more time with them than anyone else in the manor."
"Uncle Joao, what I want to tell you is that while they were your soldiers, they were also the soldiers of Frank Manor."
"They were soldiers cultivated with the grain and money of Frank Manor!"
