The Beast Fighting Arena, the observation platform.
"Your Majesty."
A concubine with fair skin and golden hair walked up to Ishtar, accompanied by two maids, holding a platter made of pure gold.
The platter held some delectable pastries, along with a pipe finely crafted from the left leg bone of an infant, its gold filigree work showcased the maker's exquisite craftsmanship.
Ishtar picked up the pipe, and the golden-haired concubine filled it with dark red tobacco, lighting it personally for him.
After taking a deep inhale, Ishtar exhaled clouds of smoke, then felt invigorated: "Praise the Supreme Will, the effectiveness of Spiritual Thought Grass has enhanced again."
"It's all thanks to Your Majesty's great fortune, otherwise how could the Iron Fury Empire be flourishing as it is today?"
"Hahaha, Isabella, your sweet little mouth could charm anyone."
Ishtar dotingly caressed his beloved concubine's delicate face, feeling utterly content in his heart.
