"Hahaha… I am just messing with you, Lord Geoff… Hahaha." I laugh hysterically when I did get him in a frantic mood.

"Oh, come on!" Lord Geoff bellows, pissing him off might not be a good idea.

"I almost killed you! My dominant hand was ready to pick up my dagger within this sheath…" I don't know what he meant, but rather he is trying to mock me, as I am wondering.

"Oh, really? I guess I am sorry that I made you rattle out of your buckle, Lord Geoff." I examine his hands, wherein I almost forgot that he is left-handed.

"It is just… that, this buckle placement is a universal equipment. I don't have one - a personal custom." referring to the position of his scabbard location attached to his belt, he points out with his finger rephrasing that he is indeed a left-handed.

He then continues: "And how? … Well, we have too much on your plate. How come you can still behave in a placid manner?" while he is nagging me in a passive mood.

"Uhmmm…" I stutter, as I don't know how to counteract, he's right.

"Well, it's my fault, Lord Geoff. I'm sorry." with sincerity, apologizing, as I definitely lower my head and without looking at him.

Meanwhile after the commotion has been quelled, we continue to walk towards the dining hall. He seems so stressed and of course, he feels obligated accepting the occurrence. The feast was canceled. The post-festivity was postponed. And one time, I know that I am conscious but mesmerizing somewhere whereas my eyes look towards an object in a focused manner.

Lord Geoff touches me with a strong three consecutive thuds on my shoulder. I glance back, heeding to his attention.

"Look Lord Guan, we need to cut it to the chase and keep the topic straight." he calls me with my undeserved honorary name, as I was startled at the start, and because I was spacing out at that time.

He continues, as he respires with a supple amount of breath: "Well, apologies for earlier. I should have not raised my voice unto you. Forgive me." as he is asking for a repentance.

"It is not that big of a deal. Lord Geoff, please raise your head." I beg, accepting his apology, and it was me who initiated the incident so I felt guilty.

"I am pleased, indeed. Regarding to the inquiry you have asked yesterday or the prior day, about the 'King' status, inn'it?" He say, so he did remember what we had chatted about? Come and then, please educate me - this fool before you; Lord Geoff MacRayl af Hagan, of Earl of Geoffshire, and of the Haganolopolis.

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"We are living in an enatic clan society. Where queens and women, or in general - females are highly revered to them as the epitome of Kehina." he states, as we are walking slowly wherein the conversation has turned educational.

"Well, that is not the case for most communities in this world, however. The lore of the creation of Kehina is rather convoluted and surmised. Knowing the narration behind this shocked the whole 'Plane'..." he explains, which a rude move and on an instinct that I-,...

"Why, Lord Geoff?" I interrupt him, as I am getting myself to delve deeper to this story - interesting, for some reasons and I feel engrossed.

"I am happy that you're still in the game, Lord Guan. Your attention impresses me!" he praises my boring trait, as I just smile at him in return.

"An instances hold accountable that Kehinan women, particularly here in this nation, possess a definite fortitude outclassing most of the women not of this breed and overpowering men of the average size and as well as half of the population of this gender. A controversy could spark if knowing the secret underneath the rocks. Hearsays right now would propogate within a seconds like wildfire out of the biomes of a savanna - a week of traversing to Inglovia might catch you once or before you have set your foot ashore." as he adds, he then explains to me, reciting, in a rather rapid-fire articulation performance.

"So, the quota has been reached in quite unexpected results. Overall, we levied a spare of an approximate wagon, more or less..." diverting the subject, as I can not catch the grip of his words.

"Wow! Indeed, such accomplish! What is the proximity to your estimation, Lord Guan?" he retorts, as I entertain him with the current results garnered yesterday.

"Kehina is the bastion of feminism. But the analogy does not entitle that men should act effeminate, does empower cross dressing, and goads genital emasculation." Lord Geoff averts the question back to the talks of philosophy, as he likes to bring up the things he is good at.

I poke back, iterating: "The corresponding items in the extra are: a dozen bags of grain, a couple of sacks of wheat, a couple of dozens of handful of rice, fifty and one buckets of high grade potatos, and a worth of a hundred and ten sugar shovel-like weight. Those are the calculations presented as of now." as I try to keep the tracks on the conversation.

"Woah! You are living it up to your name! As expected of you, Lord Guan. I should have not doubt you and your abilities. I am skeptical, however." as he claps his hands in a jovial and upbeat rhythm, I still get the gist that he is making a façade on me.

Lord Geoff then adds: "Skeptical. I mean to our current circumstances. We are at war and we don't know when will it end. I am frightened about what is to come." as he shudders signalling something about to happen.

And of course, I am scared too, for sure. I am skilled. I am aware that I am only a farmer. But a farmer with no experience of holding a weapon is as good as dead.

"Good job, Lord Guan! From now on, I got your back. Fret not!"