"Old Count!"
A gentle call caused Count Kazi's motion of swinging his cane to halt.
Kazi turned his head and saw the Senior Military Chaplain Balgo approaching slowly.
"Balgo, there's still time, quickly persuade Montel to return, this is no joke."
The priest's black robe was clinging to his body in the wind, and he drew a cross on his chest with the coiled cross: "First, please stop beating these guards, they are just performing their duties."
Kazi's cane stopped in mid-air, his knuckles white from exertion.
He panted heavily, discarding the cane he almost broke, and suddenly felt dizzy.
Balgo took a step forward: "Sit down first, the guards are blocking you for fear of impulsive action.
At this moment, can't you calm down and discuss things rationally?"
Kazi sneered, spittle flying onto Balgo's black robe: "Rational? How do you expect me to be rational?
