I understand. You found paradise in Kingdom, you had a good trade, you made a good living, the army protected you, and there was royal court. You didn't need a friend like me. But, now you come to me, and you say: "Hero Dias, give me troops." But you don't ask with respect. You don't offer friendship. You don't even think to call me Patriotic Hero. Instead, you come into my house on the day my sheep is pregnant, and you ask me to do murder for money.