Chương 698: The Lord Would Not Return the Man She Borrowed (II)

Meanwhile, the "uniquely ugly" centurion quietly followed the soldier leading him and said nothing along the way.

Taking into account that the centurion had difficulties moving around, the soldier kept his pace slow. The gesture showed unspoken consideration.

After a while, the bronze-skinned cheeks of the centurion grew slightly hot. He thanked the soldier in a low, muffled voice.

"Mr. Feng specially ordered me to do so, it is not for me to take credit," the soldier replied in a business-like tone.

During winter, one should walk faster so that the body can generate heat and defend one from the cold. However, to match the centurion's pace, the soldier leading the way dared not complain. Bearing with the cold, he escorted him to the general's tent. He looked down, his hands by his side.

"Go in, the lord and Mr. Feng are already waiting for you inside. Don't let them wait too long."

"Thank you very much."