Jerome looked up at the two barbarians, "You are..."
"Red Beard," Red Beard answered, then pointed at the female barbarian beside him, "This is my sister, Iron Spear."
"Lover." Iron Spear corrected, "We are lovers, from the Mist Snake Tribe."
Jerome said impatiently, "I don't care where you come from, whether you're siblings or lovers, why are you deserters?"
"We're not deserters, our tribe was plundered by those despicable imperial people, and we barely managed to escape, we've traveled day and night to come here for help, but you refuse to send troops to aid me and my people."
Red Beard said, "In that case, we do not want to stay here either."
"I've told you it's not that I won't help you, it's just that we need a little more time to prepare. War is not an easy matter——there are many things to arrange in advance, but I can promise you, in the end, we will eliminate that Imperial Army."
