In the empty tavern, there was a bottle of wine, a plate of peanuts, two shot glasses, and a crying man.
A middle-aged man could break down the very next moment.
Mag raised his brow slightly. He could not empathize much. Perhaps it was just like what Mr. Zhou Shu
As he cried, Bobby poured himself another glass of wine before chugging it down.
After he chugged the second glass down, he felt calmer because he was a little tipsy.
Therefore, he started mumbling to the empty space in front of him.
"S-Senior, say, although we're officials in people's eyes, we're still ordinary people. You were at least a 6th-tier knight. I'm not even a knight. We didn't do anything bad. We just followed orders from above. Now that something happened, why is it our fault?
