Mathamatician

The Sanjek narrowed his eyes and let a warning glare upon the still bowing advisor, totally looking unlike that of a incapable fragile man. "Who told you to tell me these?" The Sanjek continued staring at him, with his sight turning colder and colder and started interrogating the advisor. "Who made you say these kind of shat? Who sent you here to create a split between my army and my pals? Is it the Rumelians?"

Cold sweat started dripping down from the advisor's forehead like rain drops tainting his cloths wet as he hurriedly kneeled down to seek for pardon and forgivingness, repeating again and again that he said this for nothing but the pure intention of loyalty and worry for his lord. But apparently the Sanjek is not here to listen to his words as he summoned his guards and ordered them to bring this man out and have his head, for trying to disturb the morales and unity of the army.