Mist City · Second Ring Area · City Lord's Mansion Underground Conference Room.
A middle-aged man, his face full of wrinkles, hair slightly graying, dressed in a luxurious gray robe with golden edges, sat calmly in the main seat.
This middle-aged man was none other than the City Lord of Mist City, Geterlo.
Present were nobles, officials, and key personnel.
Among them was a very familiar figure sitting quietly in the corner with a trace of bitterness on his face. This person was none other than the merchant Pades from the Black Brilliance.
Everyone present anxiously questioned City Lord Geterlo.
"City Lord, what do we do now? It looks like we can hardly hold on."
"We must hold on, even if it's difficult. Nearly all other cities have fallen. Now, people from all regions have fled to Mist City. There is about 80 million survivors gathered here. If we falter, everyone perishes, and our Mist Country will truly be extinct."
Geterlo said tiredly.
