“Sure, sure.” The guard who was standing in front of Everard snorted in between his laugh and taunted Everard even more. “If you are the King of Xanmar then I am the General of Orsenia.”
All the others laughed even louder when they heard that comment from their fellow guard. None of them suspected for even one second that what the visitor was saying could be actually true.
It was not their fault for not believing Everard’s words though. Right now, Everard didn’t even look like a nobleman, let alone a King.
His clothes were covered with dust and sweat from all that running. Even his face and tied-up hair looked very dirty as a result of dust particles being stuck in his sweat. To make matter worse, Everard was carrying a traveler’s bag. And he wasn’t accompanied by any guards, nor did he arrive there in a grand carriage.
The laughter and mockery from the guards didn’t take a name of stopping.
