"A king never retreats."
With that, Arthur raised his hand and patted the shoulders of his three confidants. After nodding with a smile, he walked straight past them, his cloak whipping through the air like a billowing cape with his strides.
Jimte, Kalal, and Hayes watched Arthur pass by without anyone trying to stop him.
They would not defy Arthur's command.
All they had in their eyes was anticipation.
Anticipating Arthur's next move.
The remaining people were the same.
They looked toward that figure filled with expectation.
Only Baro was different.
He still ranted.
He was still unconvinced.
"What king?
It's just your good luck!"
At this moment, Baro had lost all his composure.
He had long forgotten the famous saying his tutor once taught him: 'Destiny is the modesty of the strong, comfort to the weak, but most importantly, do not use fate as an excuse at inappropriate times.'
He had forgotten.
So, he encountered the most unbelievable scene of his life—
