Salute To The General

Cercis Estate was as wide as eighty thousand square meters, and that was where the famous Duke Szymon of Eagleland resided.

At that moment, Szymon was in his office in the castle in the estate.

Seated on his chair, Szymon puffed out clouds of smoke from his cigar while reading the newspaper with narrowed eyes.

That was a habit of his.

Every morning, he would go horseriding, fencing, or do some other exercise. After breakfast, he would resign to his office and read the newspaper to get an idea of what was happening at that time. The decoration in his office was luxurious.

Behind him was a gigantic oil painting of a general of Eagleland on a horse. The general was waving his sword in the air, commanding the Eaglelandian army to attack the enemies.

If one were to pay closer inspection to the painting, one could tell that the general in the painting was none other than the duke himself.

The oil painting was a commemoration of the war where Szymon had gained fame. With thirty thousand troops, he had vanquished one hundred thousand rebel troops from a colonizing country, making history. Inside the office, various stuffed specimens of deer heads hung on the wall. The chairs were also laid with different fur and skin of wild animals.

All those were the results of Szymon's hunting incidents.

He had transformed the hunted animals into various specimens or had used their skin and fur as decorations, usually as coverings of the chairs or rugs beneath his feet.

His office was also ornamented with a plethora of antiques such as an ancient rifle, swords, or priceless aged fine wine.

was a glass cabinet with

skulls that were covered

past. Each skull was once a powerful big

conquered many lands. Once they were defeated, Szymon would cut off their heads at

with markings carved onto them and placed into Szymon's glass cabinet, becoming a display of pride of

was reading the newspaper. A delicate and exquisite jade seal was on his desk. It was the same jade seal that Nathan had

imperial jade seal had been used as a paperweight, tossed carelessly on the

Knock! Knock!

a knock came on the door, interrupting Szymon from

darkened even more. "Who is it?" No trace of emotion

politely,

more. "Didn't I tell you to not disturb me unless there's an

Cross of Eurasia

Huh?

surprise flashed across Szymon's eyes. In the next second, he collected himself and huffed. "What's

he's here for the

raised eyebrow, he sneered. Hah! Interesting. He thought that he can take this precious antique back from gur country just because he had spent some amount on it. Too bad. I won't have it. As long as I don't allow it, he can't

their country!"