Starting today is Qidian's three-day end-of-month convention.
Luckily, the convention is being held in Shanghai, so Pighead can still find time to keep writing!
Hoho, if there are no meetings and it's just meals and events, Pighead will sneak off to write!
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Wolfe had been trussed up and thrown into a large chair. Two burly Demonic Dragon men clad in golden armor stood behind him with their arms folded across their chests, their eyes gleaming fiercely. The slightest suspicious movement from Wolfe would earn him a savage blow to the shoulder, forcing him back into his seat.
The enormous hall, reinforced with magic, was packed with senior officers of colonel rank and above from the Dragon Horn Legion.
As a strengthened legion with half a million standing troops and an equal number of logistics and auxiliary soldiers, the Dragon Horn Legion had more than a dozen times as many officers as an ordinary legion. Several hundred officers stood in the hall, each glaring angrily at Arthur, who sat in the great chair that had originally belonged to Wolfe. A suffocating air brewed within the hall.
Arthur idly toyed with the scepter that symbolized his exalted status in the Temple of Punishment, looking down mockingly at the Caesar officers in the hall.
He did not know what Diogo intended to do, but no matter what that vicious, sinister man was planning, Arthur knew perfectly well that if he wanted to stay alive, continue wallowing in wine and women, continue enjoying glory and wealth, and incidentally take revenge on damned people like Ais Te and Lin Qi,