The first to appear was a burly man dressed in exquisite armor, holding a staff with both hands, his face resolute, exuding a heavy aura like a mountain.
Mountain of Steel, Gusman.
The second to appear in the palace was a man wearing a robe with his chest exposed.
His appearance was exceptionally handsome, and such carefree attire did not come across as untidy, but rather gave a sense of casual elegance.
"The days without wine are too hard to endure. Can anyone tell me, if provided with enough souls, just how long would it take to brew fine wine?"
"It's all gone, not a drop left."
Saying this, he shook his head slightly irritated, "What do you think, if everyone in a country was slaughtered..."
"Shut up, Yumit, you really should go back to drinking your wine instead of appearing here!"
Gusman snorted coldly.
"If there was still wine, do you think the so-called clock could wake me?"
"Speaking of the clock." Yumit glanced around and noticed the fragments of the clock.
