"Are you Roger?"
"Yes, I am."
"I remember Roger was very fat."
"Half a month ago, I was indeed very fat, but due to the fear and anxiety caused by the war, I lost much of my spirit and became thin."
Standing by the side of the Parra River near the castle, Vite swore to Horn.
"You damn goat, you are not Roger at all. Who are you really?"
Horn never expected that the disobedient old stonemason would pull a trick of deception on him.
This youth, obviously taller than Rocker, slimmer than Rocker, he did not know at all!
"Alright." Vite, having his identity exposed, did not offer much explanation and straightforwardly admitted, "You guys cut off the Duke's head. Rocker comes from a citizen family and was too scared, so he entrusted this task to me."
Upon hearing the reason, Horn felt troubled, as not everyone has the courage to oppose the Empire and the Church.
"And you are?" Horn examined this young man.
