"Who can translate for me, what does it mean that those two secretly had a duel between men in the monastery courtyard on a moonless, windy night?"
"The Cardinals secretly arranged a fight and ended up both severely injured."
"Hiss, bare-chested is one thing, but no weapons, no referee, no restrictions... You guys had a three-no battle."
Herbert combined all the gathered information and squinted his eyes, muttering in confusion.
"No... I don't understand!"
Knock knock.
He raised his hand to tap his skull, hearing a crisp echo, his bewildered brain delighting in its hobby.
At that moment, he truly felt he might not be fully awake, still roaming in the world of dreams.
Is this real?
Is it definitely not fake news?
To be honest, Herbert vaguely sensed the two Cardinals of the monastery were somewhat of a jokester, but really didn't imagine they could do something so outrageous.
