Priest Martin's gaze flickered for a long time, staring straight at the mercenary Fritz until the man's scalp prickled. Then, on the face marked with a hummingbird motif, Martin showed a kindly smile. Of course he wouldn't, at this moment, start talking about converting after surrender, throwing oneself into the embrace of Demon worship. He simply used a warm look, gazing at his fellow-countryman mercenary, patting the man on the shoulder, leaving Fritz flattered and overwhelmed.
"Ah? Sir?"
"Fritz, what kind of wages is the Kingdom of Castile paying you?"
"Ah? Our wages?"
Hearing this question, the mercenary Fritz was stunned for a moment, at a loss. After quite a while, he finally answered hesitantly.
