"This does not even include the Inquisitor Knights distributed among the various armies below. Otherwise, the total should be around fifteen hundred." Xuemiyya continued when she saw Velin's doubtful expression.
"Fine. If nothing unexpected happened, they were definitely guarding against me."
Hearing her husband's self-mockery, Xuemiyya covered her mouth and chuckled. "Not necessarily. Perhaps Leonas's status as deputy marshal attracted many Inquisitor Knights to the Ninth Legion."
"That is possible too."
Velin reached out and pinched Xuemiyya's cheek, replying with a smile.
More than ten minutes later, Velin rose and left the tent, heading toward the Twenty-fifth Legion.
On the way to the Griffin Knight Order's garrison, Ovia walked in front while Ignis followed behind. Neither spoke, maintaining a tacit understanding.
"Xing, hand over the wine you have hidden away."
"Stiff human, I openly placed it beneath my wing. Do not slander me."
Hearing the quarrel, Ignis could not help stopping. As he looked at the Saint Song Griffin Knight Order emblem on the chest of that knight's armor in the distance, the image of an old acquaintance surfaced in his mind.
Seeing his father stop, Ovia stopped as well. He did not disturb him and simply waited quietly.
"Xing, hand it over now." Griffin Knight Darian extended his right hand and said sternly.
Xing placed a blue feather in Darian's hand.
Darian looked at the feather in his hand, his face darkening slightly. He continued, "I said wine, not a feather."
"Stiff human, today is my day off. You cannot control me. I am going to find my master now." Xing rolled his eyes and flapped his wings, preparing to find a place to drink the wine before returning.
"The marshal said that if you do not listen to me, you will not get a single drop of that