The steel fortress poured with cement.

A long-haired man with obvious Egyptian features, holding a cup of red wine, overlooking his base where soldiers were patrolling.

In just one year, Ismail's life was completely different from before, and now he has become the actual controller of his homeland, Kandak, from a small warlord.

All of this was thanks to one person, but he was not happy at all, frowning.

Footsteps came from behind, an old man with a domineering face but a hint of age, tall in stature, walking slowly with a gentleman's cane.

Facing the warlord who controlled a country in his base, he seemed to be walking like a monarch in his palace.

"Are you worried about your country?"

"Your Majesty."

Ismail heard the voice and turned around calmly, slightly surprised on his face.

"Aren't you supposed to be at the celebration banquet in Kewick, celebrating the victory in the war against Kantek and occupying thousands of square kilometers of land?"@@novelbin@@

The man in front of him was the most powerful supporter behind the Kewick warlord, and Kewick and Kandak were evenly matched.

"I don't like your human banquets."

The old man sneered.

"Between the clinking of glasses, there are all kinds of calculations, filth, darkness, and violence hidden in your heart, but you pretend to be gentle and polite on the surface. That kind of hypocrisy and weakness disgusts me."

"For Your Majesty, who has attended the banquet of the gods of Olympus, our human banquet is naturally not worth your attention."

Ismail bowed his head, and the open shirt revealed a hideous scarlet scar, a corner of a pentagram pattern.

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