Upon seeing the barely discernible face of Land, Walter's face clearly showed a touch of astonishment.
But the next second, the corner of his mouth lifted.
Walter raised the wine pouch in his hand in the air.
Under Land's gaze, he withdrew his arm and gulped down a mouthful of wine, letting out a satisfied belch!
Land snorted coldly and with measured steps, headed towards the room deep within the manor estate.
But he could still hear the bursts of laughter coming from outside the manor estate by the bonfire.
Like a parasitic bone worm, it kept echoing in his ears.
Until Land's back disappeared, the entire reception hall on the first floor fell into a silence.
Only the wall-mounted oil lamps, not yet extinguished, continued to burn.
Under the gentle night breeze, the red-orange flames flickered gently.
...
On the other side.
The marching troops, like a torrent of steel, were advancing rapidly under the night.
Each soldier holding a torch in their hand.
