Late at night.
Wall left the embassy of the country of steel and found a tavern by the roadside to drink.
His father, Count Cruz, had completely focused on his incompetent brother.
When Wall thought of this, the wine cup in his hand cracked.
“It seems that all the countries in the world have sent people to participate in the Holy Spirit Nolan Open.”
“So What? Let me tell you, today’s match between the ironsmiths is really overwhelming, especially that sword folding technique.”
“It seems that the champion of this year’s Holy Spirit Nolan Open will definitely be our country of steel! The ironsmiths will definitely win this honor!”
Wall was very sensitive to the discussions of the group of people sitting at the next table. Their voices sounded very noisy.
Wall, who was originally extremely frustrated, became even more irritable when he heard the open match between the Ironmaker and the Holy Spirit Nolan.
He suddenly placed the wine glass on the table and let out a heavy crash.
