"All yours. Now pull out one from your pack." Malin tossed the cigarette box to the Viscount: "You're a good commander."
"How could I? These are exclusive goods from Carterburg." The Viscount said, looking at Malin.
"Now they're the Viscount's cigarettes." Malin said with a grin, then reached out and pulled the Viscount to his feet: "Get ready. Our guests are arriving soon."
Malin was a legend. When he said the guests were coming, that meant the guests were truly on their way. Hence, the Viscount and his men promptly took their positions. Even the soldiers stopped spectating. As Malin moved toward the front lines, some soldiers, who caught sight of him eating wooden-crumb bread, saluted him.
Malin returned each salute and patted their shoulders.
