Copenhagen.
General Rudolph's residence.
In the reception room, two middle-aged men meet.
Seated in the host's position is General Rudolph, with a full beard, a face full of fat, a sturdy build, and a rough and bold demeanor.
The visitor is a slender man with a somewhat melancholic temperament, with flaxen noble curls and dark circles under his eyes like a kind of eye shadow.
"Rudolph, you are very trusted by His Majesty the King now, given the important duty of guarding the Royal City."
The melancholic and slender man said.
"Luthor, why envy me? Originally, His Majesty's most trusted general was you. If you hadn't been too stubborn, constantly opposing His Majesty, you wouldn't have been dismissed." General Rudolph chuckled.
The former Danish General Luthor could only sigh: "I wasn't being stubborn, but loyal to the King, unable to stand by and watch him make wrong decisions."
"Oh, it seems your opinion hasn't changed."
