He thought the young man before him was foolish, naive, and too impulsive, but he couldn't help feeling a measure of respect.
Bard, Andre, and Mason hurried over from the army camp.
Apel looked at the three newcomers and asked calmly, "You're going to follow him, aren't you?"
"Exactly!" Andre answered loudly, "I've been wanting to do this for a long time!"
"Fine," Apel nodded, then asked, "Can I take Asko with me?"
"Sorry, senior," Winters replied somewhat embarrassedly, "That's not possible. Asko Senior likes to drink and wants to eat meat. Originally, he only owed fifteen hundred work hours, but now it has increased to two thousand."
"Alright, I'm leaving." Without further ado, Apel nodded at the group, stepped into his stirrups, mounted his horse, and galloped away.
Winters watched Apel until the senior disappeared behind the hillside, "Let's go."
"And they sent you a new uniform?" Andre touched the captain's uniform and commented offhandedly, "The material is not bad."