"Sir, if this continues, maybe everyone will have heatstroke before Toledo will be gone, and there will be no way to fight," a subordinate complained to the man. "Of course if the weather is not that hot..."

"If it's not that hot, if it's autumn, if the Duke of Roman Thesia hadn't come to Toledo at all," the man interrupted his men, looking up at the top of his head and wiping the sweat off his face. "Of course I hope this is the case, but we can only pray that the errand will end soon."

"Sir, that Romanthesia is really in Toledo?" his subordinate asked in a low voice. "I mean why did he go there? I heard that the Sicilian army has occupied Seville. Shouldn't he be with that queen?"

"I don't know this. Why do those men think that we shouldn't be in charge of it." The man picked up the wine glass and took a sip, then poured the remaining wine on his head.

"When it comes to this, I say lord," his subordinate's voice became even lower, and he even leaned into his ears regardless of the disgust that the man showed. "That duke, I mean, is he really the son of King Enrique as people say?"

The man frowned and leaned to the side in disgust, then looked lazy and curious.

"What does it matter if it is, do you think this is what we should be in charge of?"

"But if he is really the son of King Enrique, we will arrest him and hand him over to Ferdinand. Isn't it a bit...I mean..."

Seeing his subordinate stretching out his two fingers and making a "small" gesture, the man glared at his subordinate in dissatisfaction.

"We are soldiers, we are paying for wars. I didn't take the money that I still had to think about, or do you think your wallet is enough to think about these things?"

The subordinate who had been scolded obediently closed his mouth, but the expression on his face seemed a little unwilling.

"Stop thinking about it, when we arrive at Toledo, we will capture the Duke of Romanthesia, and then send him to Valladod. What awaits us is a large bounty."

The man said and wanted to drink a little wine, then he remembered that the cup was empty.

"Go and get me another glass of wine," he instructed his men, "and let everyone move, and you will enter the Tagus River after another dock."

His subordinate responded and turned toward the bow of the boat, but soon returned empty-handed.

"Why didn't you get the wine?" the man asked dissatisfiedly.

"Sir, the river in front seems to be blocked." His subordinate pointed in the direction ahead.

"How could this happen?"

The man immediately became annoyed that the river, which was already difficult to walk in the dry season, was blocked again, which probably made him think he could reach Toledo within the sky and then seize the Duke of Roman Thesia who had no time to escape.

The man hurried to the bow of the ship, but he did not see the imagined scene of a large number of ships blocking the river.

There was only one boat that looked lonely and leaning against the shore.

But looking at the flag flying on the boat, the man showed a look of surprise on his face.

He pointed to the boat and looked back at his subordinates next to him with some surprise.

"That's right, that's the military flag of the Knights of Santiago."

Looking at the man's seemingly uncertain expression, his subordinates answered his doubts.
Chapter completed!