Through Kyle's friendly conversation, Boke Ya's uninhibited nature gradually gained the upper hand, and he no longer behaved with his earlier respect.
Lyanna, seated to the left of the low table, glared at the rude fellow with fury in her eyes. But when she saw her master signal for silence, she could only suppress her anger.
Step by step, Kyle began discussing serious matters.
"Boke Ya, what do you think of Gadonf of the Twenty-sixth Legion?" Kyle lightly tapped the tabletop as he asked.
Boke Ya, who had been drinking tea, slowly set down his cup. Even if he was not particularly sensitive about certain matters, he now understood that the Legion Marshal had some thoughts regarding the Twenty-sixth Legion. He simply did not know whether those thoughts were favorable or unfavorable.
"Legion Marshal, I have only seen Legion Commander Gadonf of the Twenty-sixth Legion from afar a few times. However, a friend of mine knows him in considerable detail."
"You mean the High-Gold warrior outside the tent."
"Yes, Legion Marshal," Boke Ya answered.
Kyle then ordered the two Sword Dancers outside the tent, "Bring in the High-Gold warrior who came with Boke Ya."
"Yes."
Hearing their master's voice by their ears, the two Sword Dancers immediately replied.
Not long afterward, Bowen entered the tent after tidying himself up slightly. At once, he saw Boke Ya sitting opposite the Legion Marshal, displaying not the slightest bit of respect.
Suppressing the urge to lecture him, Bowen walked to the center of the tent, dropped to one knee, and respectfully said, "Bowen, Logistics Officer of the Ninth Battalion, Third Army, Twenty-fifth Army, greets the Legion Marshal."
"Rise."
Feeling a gentle force lift him, Bowen rose accordingly and stood respectfully to one side, waiting to be questioned.
"General Bowen, Boke Ya said that