The painting depicted a pair of close-knit dwarf brothers, laughing heartily with their wine glasses at the dining table.
One of them was the middle-aged dwarf, and the other wore a crown. Judging from his grizzled temples, he appeared to be older than the middle-aged dwarf.
"I wonder how my royal brother is doing. He must be worried about his reckless younger brother,"
The middle-aged dwarf let out a soft sigh, his gaze finally landing on a magical plant in the corner, blooming with brilliant purple flowers.
It was something he had brought from his hometown. Seeing the flowers reminded him of home, where endless purple flowers bloomed, giving him a sense of relief and peace.
The middle-aged dwarf closed his eyes and lightly sniffed the faint scent of the flowers. His usually stern face relaxed a little, and he slowly opened his eyes, tensing up again.
"Although we've been trapped here for a long time, we've just found the direction to calculate the spatial coordinates."
