"Sir, please rest well."
Muck bowed respectfully and flattered.
"Hmm!"
Awabik walked straight into the room.
The guarding soldiers immediately stepped forward, closed the doors, and then a burst of laughter came from inside.
However, at this moment, a series of hurried footsteps approached.
Tap tap!
Muck turned his head to look and saw an order officer rushing over.
Muck immediately reached out to stop him.
"What's the matter?"
"Sir, there's military news!"
"Sir Awabik is resting, you can just tell me."
"Yes, sir. The patrol team on the border of Crimson Country suffered an unknown attack, and more than a hundred people have died."
The order officer quickly reported.
"What did you say? So many patrols are dead?"
Muck's expression darkened as he spoke.
"Yes."
"Who attacked them, the Federation or monsters?"
