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Late night.
Morning Fog Town, the fog thickens.
In the military camp, the soldiers who worked hard all day are already resting.
Gang Le and Kael sit by the town's fence.
They just finished patrolling the post.
The fog limited their view, and both worried about ghouls ambushing under the cover of mist.
"It's a shame we can't drink," Gang Le lamented.
He grinned while looking at the sky,
"Otherwise, after the battle, drinking to one's heart's content is the best thing in this world."
"Forget about drinking, Lord Gang Le,"
Kael said seriously, "Unless we annihilate the enemy completely."
"Otherwise, we must stay vigilant after the battle, the enemy might launch a sneak attack while we are exhausted."
Kael looked at Gang Le, continuing,
"The Emperor has decreed that no alcohol consumption is allowed in the barracks."
"Although uncomfortable, it's the right choice."
"Kael, I was just lamenting, not really wanting to drink."
