Pfft... A sound!
The stuck cheese spat out.
Javin Yalves let out a sigh of relief, slumping in the chair without a trace of energy, displeased as he looked at the burly man, "Quinn, don't you know how to knock? Do you want to choke me to death?"
"Where are the food and weapons Spain promised to aid us with!"
Javin Yalves secretly despised this brute who lived like a caveman.
The Indigenous people of Mexico ought to thank the Spaniards for not scalping them during the colonization, for what power do they have to hold on to an office otherwise?
Say thank you.
"Don't worry, the supplies are being transferred in Madrid. We need approvals; there are procedures. I promised you will definitely get them." Javin Yalves swallowed, feeling a sore throat, glancing at the leftover cheese on the table, face full of disdain.
"My people are nearly all dead; do you know how many warriors have fallen? At this rate, we'll be crushed in no time; you're lying to me; you've tricked me!!"
