The sun had completely set.
The last rays of dusk were swallowed by the sea horizon.
Night fell on Wenster.
Although it couldn't compare to the Royal Capital's brilliant nights, as the largest city on the northern coast, Wenster had its own charm in the night.
At least its neon lights were unique because it used the latest technology from the old continent.
Looking at the city illuminated by neon, Solomon stood on high and couldn't help but sigh, "This is the nation we're guarding."
Marvin was standing behind him at that moment, extremely respectfully.
"Marvin, I know you harbor resentment towards me."
"No, General, I wouldn't dare," Marvin immediately stood upright and said.
"You're the person I brought with me, do you think I don't know what's on your mind?" Solomon interrupted him, saying, "But rules are rules; sometimes it's not just about right or wrong."
"Yes, General," Marvin bowed his head.
"I'm about to leave," Solomon suddenly said again.
