Pandora had already left...
A few more people arrived at the Ironblood Tower bar, and it remained as lively as ever. The several female knights who came in later stood out like cranes among chickens; the moment they arrived, they stirred up the men around them, who lined up to buy them drinks...
Zhang Tie merely glanced at those female knights before withdrawing his gaze.
The bar served water melon wine brewed within the fortress. It was somewhat like beer, with an astringent taste and a strange texture, yet even this wine cost one consumption point per cup in the fortress.
Zhang Tie's mood was like the water melon wine in his hand. Watching Pandora leave, he felt a trace of bitterness in his heart—and beyond that bitterness, a burning heat...
But all of it could only be kept inside.
The knights around him drank and chatted. For ordinary conversation, they did not use voice transmission, but spoke normally. Yet what counted as ordinary conversation for knights was all momentous business to ordinary people.
Several foreign-race knights seated not far from Zhang Tie were casually discussing how one of them was going to become the guardian knight of a certain country on the continent. At a table farther away, several other knights were debating the advantages and disadvantages of serving as a legion commander at such a time.
Becoming a guardian knight, becoming a legion commander—before ordinary people, such topics would be major events capable of affecting the fates of countless lives. But in the Ironblood Tower of Lion Fortress, they were merely matters knights could casually discuss and decide over drinks in a bar.
This was the world of knights!
Zhang Tie secretly sighed to himself. Just looking at the people around him, he knew that if a knight