"Boss, stop wasting your breath on him! Look at him, he's clearly not someone who's been starving!"
"Just tie him up and interrogate him!"
Seeing the man remain silent, the leading soldier gradually sensed something was amiss. He tugged on the turban on his head, and in a voice lowered by the sense of danger, he asked,
"What's your name?"
"Gunter Steinengrabe."
"Gunt... what's Grabe?" The soldier hesitated, feeling like the name sounded familiar, but it was too long to remember.
He glanced again at the man, whose simple clothing belied the exceptional quality of the great sword strapped to his back.
This guy even has a surname!
Could be a fallen noble!
The thought sparked a greedy glimmer in the soldier's eyes, and he licked his chapped lips.
"Oh, so it's a noble lord!"
He turned around excitedly, waving his hand forward.
"Brothers, capture this Saint Sis's lackey! He must have loads of treasures on him!"
