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Good dog.

The pharaoh mocked him. Glaukos didn't react to it; he didn't really care about the opinion of this man. The only judgement he cared about currently was that of his general, and Germanicus was not here.

If Glaukos had wanted to, he could have grabbed Ramesses and broken his neck right then and there. The thought passed through his mind; his eyes gleamed. He knew better than to give in to that impulse.

Yes, sir. Glaukos answered.

He would wait for dismissal.