Laszlo stared at Winters, his expression still numb like that of a puppet: "I have already sent someone to ask for instructions; the two generals will handle this matter. You may leave now."
Winters was still somewhat dissatisfied, but he indeed had no say in this matter. The Colonel had used the Legion Commander's authority over him, and he had nothing to retort.
He saluted and rode away.
Walking back in a huff, Winters suddenly recalled his days in Wolf Town.
Though he had encountered dangers twice in Wolf Town, looking back now, he actually had a good time.
The folks in Wolf Town respected him; he spoke with authority, and no one second-guessed him.
Even leading the hundred-man team from Wolf Town as laborers was more comfortable than his current situation.
He finally understood why the old soothsayer would say, "A Garrison Officer, an emperor in his own right, I wouldn't trade it for a thousand households."