C537 Snowwyn

Meteorite Era, Year 59, January 1st, 3 PM

North Federation Continent, North Wheatcastle, in a small tavern.

Rushdie, whose face was filled with vicissitudes, leaned against the sofa in the tavern, smoking and drinking.

The things that had happened these days had really made Boss R's hair stand on end. The Iron Blood Mercenary Group had refused to merge