Imperial Calendar, Year 218.
Against all expectations, Jupiter did not go north to conquer the magicians, nor did he deal with the nobles of the North Territory. It seemed like a certain compromise was reached.
Gradually, ill news started to spread from within the palace.
The Mercenary Emperor, a one-century legend who has ruled the Empire for over two hundred years, seemed to be truly approaching the end of his life!
...
Su Lu, dressed in a white waistcoat, walked into a garden.
Dried yellow leaves carpeted the ground, with a dappled golden glow under the sun.
Not far away, on a recliner, an old man lay.
He had silver hair and wrinkles on his face. He was covered in a thick woolen blanket. This was Jupiter, of an unknown age.
Only the glimmer in his eyes remained bright.
Normally, the area should have been swarming with guards, but at that moment, no one stopped Su Lu from approaching.
