Charlie looked at the empty room that belonged to his general; only one day was left until the dungeons ended.
In the absence of Alexanderia, he had full control over their base. For generals, their base had a very important role in their rank; the military didn't give a base, just a small piece of land and some money for them to build it themselves.
For the past forty years, Alexanderia hadn't even taken one dollar for herself; all of her paycheck went for her base. Now, 12000 people worked there, with most of them being starter soldiers and normal citizens.
"He will return too…" Charlie grinned his teeth; one singular person defied all the rules in their base.
From the first day, Charlie and three other people had followed Alexanderia to the once bare land, but none of them had been given the privilege to be called a vice general.
