[The White Eagle's Reception·Late Night]
[South City District·Rose Hotel]
Elder Aide's nose was perched with a pair of glasses, as he held the Uzi steel dagger gifted to Winters by Schmid, closely examining the knife's unique patterning, he couldn't help but click his tongue in admiration.
The door was silently pushed open, with Winters tiptoeing back to the parlor holding a clay pot and cups.
"When Rhodes Island hadn't fallen, the knight orders seized a fair number of Saracens' Uzi steel scimitars every year," Aide put the dagger back into the wooden box, his eyes gleamed with memories: "But such a beautiful and exquisite pattern... this is my first time seeing one."
Caman shifted uneasily in his seat: "Knight orders?"
"The Order of Divine Grace." Carlo Aide's tone turned colder, clearly not wanting to elaborate.
