The cold wind sweeping across the castle top after the snow melted, shaking a gold-embroidered flag.
On the flag, one half bears the guard bee of the Lanfeng Family, while the other half features a kite-shaped shield.
Near the castle, tents and wooden huts are erected amidst the stream, reeds, and nearby shrubs, countless laborers and soldiers are chopping firewood and fetching water.
Yet, within the core of the castle, the Knight Hall, a roar of battle reaches an extreme level of oppression.
"Aaaaa Dretta, you are, you are a stupid pig!"
Even with the best composure, Raffel couldn't resist gritting his teeth and tearing apart the frontline battle report delivered to him.
Clutching a handful of torn paper, Raffel rolled it into a ball, swung it like a punch towards Dretta's face, and threw it into the fireplace.
