"Buzz buzz buzz!..."
"Neigh! Neigh neigh!"
The neighing of the warhorses occasionally resonated in the expeditionary army camp near the port, echoing with the horses of the Church Knight Order on the ships. The Royal Knights took off their ceremonial decorative armor, the emblem of the Castilla Lion shining brightly on their shoulder plates. After removing their armor, they did not rush to eat, but instead prioritized attending to their most important partners, their warhorses.
"Almighty! This port of Seville is indeed extraordinarily filthy! This stinking mud... doesn't the city council send people to manage it?..."
"Ha! The city council has always only cared about collecting taxes at the port. Nobody wants to deal with costly matters like cleaning up the dung... Este, why don't you voice your opinions to Sir Corredor, the Royal representative newly dispatched by the Queen to Seville? Ask him to arrange for street cleaning?..."
