"And I'll destroy the cell for now, so please step back"

Patrick says as he pulls out his hips sword.

Make sure the three of them are down, and twice, wave the sword.

A few iron lattices, made a noise and fell.

"Thank you for your help this time. This thank-you must be."

An old man named Carlos says.

"Don't let it bother you because of your mission"

Patrick answers.

"No, I will report to my husband properly."

"No, really, because it's a mission behavior"

"Earlier, they named me Rigsby?

(Oh, of course, I don't have a reputation. I deserve it though)

"Yes, it's that Rigsby family. I'm ashamed. My name is Patrick, and I'm three men. Well, it's like being kicked out of the house, so don't worry about that house!

We need to say something right here.

"Thank you, Master Patrick, personally."

No, that's why I'm on a mission.

A boy who was quiet here,

"Dear Patrick, if you don't get a thank you from the Marquis, you won't have the honor of being the Marquis. Of course, I'd like to thank my men, but is Master Patrick the captain?," he says.

(You know, he's a pretty smart boy, though he's small. That's the Marquis. I mean, to hear your voice, you're definitely a boy)

and so on. Patrick thought,

I'll keep the squadron for once.

Answer.

"That's quite a splendid young man with a squadron leader."

And, says Carlos.

"Then I still have to formally thank Master Patrick. Even though I'm in the military, it doesn't change the fact that I was helped!

I thought it would be rude to keep saying no too much,

"Okay, as a minimum,"

And, head down.

"All right, we're going back to the streets! We'll confiscate their weapons and loot, so pack your bags, Wayne, and give us directions!

"Roger that, sir! Ensign Patrick!"

It was Patrick who answered Wayne with a bitter laugh, either because he was in front of the Marquis three men or because of the changed way of saying it.