Chapter 848: The Eye of Horus Part I

In the skies above Egypt, Berengar sat on the plane next to Adelbrand, who was as stiff as a board and as pale as a ghost. With each rumble of turbulence, the man practically jumped out of his seat in fright. Air travel was a recent innovation of the German Nation, and it was restricted to the military for the time being.

As a result, Adelbrand, who had been stationed in the Sultanate of Al-Andalus for the last few years, had never experienced the sensation of flight before. The veteran Field Marshal was still trying to get over the fact that they were over six thousand meters in the air. Meanwhile, Berengar could tell the man was about the hurl, and merely laughed at him.

"First time flying, huh? Trust me, you get used to it."