"Your Holiness, there's important correspondence from Kasha County."
Putting down his wine glass, Horn picked up a handkerchief to wipe his mouth, apologized to the fellow council members and plantation owners, and then stepped away.
Taking advantage of the Saint Sun Pope's absence, a councilman wearing a thick gold chain around his neck leaned over to Jose.
"Brother Jose..." Lowering his head and using a small pineapple on the table to cover his mouth, the councilman whispered, "Was your plantation attacked?"
"Whose plantation hasn't been attacked?" Jose complained, swallowing the curry chicken, "What about yours, Olludo?"
"Isn't it absurd?" Olludo clicked his tongue, "The Holy Grandson arrived over a month ago, and the beastmen have been attacking our plantations like wild dogs drawn to the smell of feces."
"Shh, be careful, the Cheka might hear you and accuse you of blasphemy!" Jose punched him on the shoulder.
