Gazing at the exquisite and opulent robe behind him, adorned with precious magic crystals and seven-colored pearls, Leo Ray smiled helplessly.
Although this robe was not a piece of equipment, its magnificent and luxurious quality far exceeded any artwork he had ever seen. Every inch of its texture was intricately sculpted, truly resplendent and captivating.
Yet, it was also extremely heavy, by no means a weight that an ordinary person could bear on their shoulders.
"Let us depart."
Leo Ray nodded slightly, and then, surrounded by his main force subordinates, proceeded towards the door.
As he stepped out of the room, Ariel Watson, Cecililia, Catherine, Lawrence, and the other seven monarchs were already awaiting him there, taking over the robe from the subordinates and following behind Leo Ray.
In the spacious, archaic hallway, as Leo Ray's figure appeared, the direct subordinate soldiers responsible for guarding on both sides knelt on the ground, their faces full of reverence.
