"Mr. Knight, you..." the Bishop was somewhat surprised.
"It's been years since I've heard that title," the old man's face showed a hint of nostalgia, "Do you know why I asked His Majesty the former king to let me come to this place to be the tax officer?"
The Bishop shook his head, wondering how he could possibly know. Why would anyone want to come to this place to be a tax officer? Given the old man's illustrious military service, he certainly shouldn't have been relegated to this post.
"Few people know that I grew up here," the old man slowly explained, "I lost everything on the battlefield, so the memories of this place from my youth are the only treasure I have left."
"Go," he patted the Bishop on the shoulder, "the fleet is in your hands now. Let me stay here alone, for I have nothing left to lose."
The Bishop was completely stunned.
