Although Count Evler couldn't understand the Count of Ghent's German, he knew it was nothing good and muttered a few curses in return.
He then looked toward Eric, who was also watching him, making him feel rather uncomfortable.
"Gloucester..."
"One hawk doesn't answer to another's cry. You should be explaining yourself to your own Lord, not to me, Lord Evler." Eric gave Count Evler a slight bow.
Count Evler's expression instantly turned sour, and he looked as though he wanted to say something more.
But just then, Belem walked over. He clapped Eric on the shoulder and shook a pouch in front of him, the contents jingling like coins.
He then opened the pouch, revealing it was full of gleaming gold coins, and pointed to the Turkic Commander being pinned to the ground by two Knights.
"This fellow might not be nobility, but he's definitely a ranking officer. Look at his armor, and that curved saber. That's quality stuff," Belem said.
"Lord Gloucester, I want his boots, I beg you."
