With the general and Trul gone, Darius also took his leave. He needed to make extra preparations.
Darius disappeared and reappeared at an inn within the Federation. There was someone he needed to meet.
He entered as a waiter hurried toward him.
"What can I get you, sir—"
But he wasn't able to finish his sentence as Darius walked past him and headed upstairs.
That was where the person he wanted to meet was.
"And then… he slipped and fell—"
"Hahahaha!"
A round of laughter rang out from a room as Darius shook his head.
Click…
He opened the door and saw various drunk aristocrats inside, with females beside them.
Among them was a rough, wild man who carried a noble aura. The others surrounded him, trying to please him.
But when they heard the door open, the group turned and their eyes widened.
Marshal Darius???
How could he be here?
Their gazes shifted to the wild man as they gulped.
It was probably because of him.
