"What should I do?"
Marshal Saint Arno's condition was undoubtedly a great temptation for Pellissier, who longed to become an Imperial Marshal, so much so that Pellissier couldn't help but ask Marshal Saint Arno.
"Cough... cough..." Marshal Saint Arno coughed violently, and seeing this, Brigadier General Troche, who was standing beside him, immediately handed the damp towel hanging at the head of the bed to Marshal Saint Arno.
With the towel at his mouth, Marshal Saint Arno's coughing intensified. When he handed the towel back to Brigadier General Troche, a bloodstain had appeared on it.
"Marshal, are you alright!" Brigadier General Troche asked Marshal Saint Arno worriedly.
"What could possibly be wrong with me!" A faint smile appeared on Marshal Saint Arno's pale face. "Brigadier General Troche, please leave us for a moment!"
"But..." Brigadier General Troche looked at Marshal Saint Arno with concern.
