Richard had to be more decisive in the future.
The Raging Blood Duke had gained precious time to make ample preparations as a precaution. That also made his gains much smaller, although the outcome was good.
Richard shook his head. He hadn't drunk much about it. Who could ensure their safety in the face of the possible attack of the abyss of the evil god? He had to be careful. He couldn't say anything wrong. However, he could still improve some of the methods. He just had to learn from them in the future.
He set this matter aside. He stood and walked out of the hall.
He subconsciously looked at the row of soldiers in the corner of the front yard.
The three statues with dragon wings especially made him smile.
He took a few steps forward and touched the cold statue like a treasure.
It was like a child got his favorite toy.
That was a transcendent troop lair.
'Tsk tsk tsk, comfortable.'
"Lord Richard?"
