The central general's body tensed up involuntarily. He couldn't imagine what would happen if the southern general didn't come to the military today. His two trusted subordinates might be crippled for life. Just imagining it made the man choke.
"It doesn't matter general, even if they are at their worst, the southern general can still handle it," Rolan said calmly. The man stood straight outside the cell, looking at Damian and the remaining soldiers inside. "You just need to trust our general."
"If I didn't trust him, why would I invite him here today?" The central general chuckled lightly. "Everyone knows that the southern general is a miraculous healer, I dare not doubt his abilities."
"You flatter me too much." Damian replied with a chuckle. He still stared at the soldier in front
