"Milord." Orlando walked to Velin's side and bowed.
Hearing the familiar voice, Velin removed the book covering his face and casually tossed it aside. He opened his eyes, sat up, looked at Orlando, who was still wearing his armor, and said softly, "Has everything been taken care of?"
"Reporting to you, milord, everything has been handled. There were no oversights." Orlando straightened up and replied in a booming voice.
Curiosity flashed in Velin's eyes. He picked up a crystal-clear fruit and handed it to Orlando, then pressed, "Tell me. How exactly did you handle it?"
Orlando accepted the fruit without hesitation, swiftly removed his helmet, and gently set it on the ground.
Then he crossed his legs and sat on the ground. Taking a huge bite of the fruit, he chewed with great relish before reporting to Velin in detail, "I just beat the hell out of those two, made the two old fellows behave, then had that fellow—what was his name—Monde marry both women. That settled the matter perfectly."
After hearing Orlando's account, Velin could not help feeling surprised. He frowned and asked doubtfully, "Since when did you become so impatient? That doesn't sound like you."
Hearing his lord's words, Orlando sighed. "At first, I tried reasoning with them too. Unfortunately, I later discovered that after beating them up badly, no matter what you said, you were right."
"That's how it is. When dealing with this sort of dispute, I usually surround them with the Zeferus Legion and beat both leaders half to death. Then, no matter what orders I give, they obey without question. Even if I told them to hand over their wives, they'd agree without hesitation."
"You didn't really make someone hand over his wife, did you?"
At that, Orlando gave a bitter smile. "Milord, even