In front of a staircase with fewer people.
General Yue Luo, who was wearing black armor, was sitting here.
He looked at the people coming and going not far away. Seeing the smiles and happiness on everyone's faces, his cold heart could not help but be deeply touched.
It had been a long time since he had seen such an expression on the Subjects' faces on this High Continent with a war theme.
He could see that the expressions on these refugees' faces were not fake, but genuine from the bottom of their hearts.
It was precisely because of this that he was even more shocked.
"His Majesty is right."
"The King of the Blazing Sun Kingdom should indeed be able to take good care of our Black Moon Kingdom's Subjects."
"But… His Majesty…"
"Yue Luo thinks that you can do it too… Why must you give up on yourself…"
General Yue Luo had a pained expression.
He took out a black scimitar.
