The gunshots of the platoon came in from the broken window without warning, accompanied by screams, roars and begging, mostly Spanish voices.

Mara's stone sculpture shrank in the corner of the wall, with a pale face and a confused look.

"Ru...Mr. Sebirian..."

"What's wrong?"

"You just said...it seemed to be in English..."

Lorraine's eyebrows were raised slightly.

I was so anxious just now that I naturally expressed my mother tongue that I usually speak the most. Unexpectedly, this idiot, Mara, could hear it.

What troubles are you going to do at critical moments?

He glanced at Mala with dissatisfaction, and Mala couldn't help but tremble.

"Mr. Major, they were sent by my father to protect me, not to make achievements for the Kingdom of Spain."

"Batow is British and Lef is Norwegian. In order for them to understand my commands accurately, I can only communicate with them in English."

"It's not comfortable!" Lorraine used unusually accented syllables, "but you need to understand that in this life-sustaining industry, we can hardly find top Spanish people."

Mara finally understood.

Whether it was really understanding or forcing himself to understand, he accepted Lorraine's explanation.

He carefully put his eyes on the broken window frame: "Mr. Seberian, your guard seems to have clashed with my guard..."

"That's not Lef." Lorraine shook her head and stood up. "Batow, protect Major Mara, he is related to the future of our family."

"Yes! Young Master!"

After explaining the beginning and end, Lorraine slowly pulled out the thin sword and looked at Mara.
Chapter completed!