"Bishop Antonelli!"
General Renio's gaze fixed intently on Antonelli, his deep blue eyes like gemstones seemed capable of discerning all the filth and corruption deep within Antonelli's heart. The aura he exuded was like that of a ferocious beast, causing this sycophant by the Pope's side to retreat several steps in fear.
Normally living in comfort in Rome and receiving the respect of monarchs during visits, Antonelli had never seen such a display, and with a trembling voice, he said to General Renio, "Gen... General, am I not correct in what I said?"
General Renio continued to stare intently at Antonelli and slowly spoke, "Mr. Antonelli, don't you think a simple word of thanks is far too cheap?"
"I..." Antonelli opened his mouth but couldn't speak, understanding the underlying message in General Renio's words.
What a greedy fellow!
