Velin swept his gaze around, raised his wine cup, and said loudly, "Ten years of sharing honor and disgrace, yet now I must part with all of you. I truly find it hard to let go."
"This cup is for you all."
Everyone raised their cups in turn and shouted in unison, "To Lord Velin!"
As soon as the words fell, everyone poured the strong liquor into their mouths and overturned their cups to show their sincerity.
"There are no so many rules and formalities today. Make yourselves at home."
Looking at the more than two hundred people below, Velin picked up a bottle of wine and prepared to go around and share a drink with each of them personally.
After this parting, they would likely never meet again in this lifetime.
"Lord Velin, you mustn't." Seeing Velin about to pour him a drink, a Holy Crusaders general hurriedly covered his cup and repeatedly tried to refuse.
Although his lord had said not to care about formalities, he did not dare truly disregard them.
"Ron, I order you to take your hand away." Looking at the bearded man before him, Velin wiped the smile from his face and spoke sternly.
Under pressure, Ron, commander of the Holy Crusaders' Thirty-Third Free Camp, had no choice but to remove his hand from the cup.
After filling his cup, Velin set down the bottle, raised his own cup, and smiled. "Ron, I still remember how disgusted I was when I first saw your Thirty-Third Free Camp."
"Today, I apologize to you all. Over the years, although you have had some bad habits, you can still be considered a group of true warriors."
"However, as an army, you are still unqualified."
Ron answered respectfully, "Lord Velin, you needn't say that. No matter who it