In the evening, the drunken Grand Duke Saranto was holding the equally intoxicated Mufasel as they walked on the dirt road outside the camp.
The moonlight was like water, spilling onto the winter white chrysanthemums by the roadside, glowing like phosphorescence.
And the man and the vampire became two silhouettes tugging alongside the dirt road.
"Mufasel, my dear brother." Arriving at the camp gate, Saranto still clung to Mufasel without letting go, "Although we were once enemies... and still are... but I really admire you..."
"Enough, enough, I originally came for peace... yet the Saint's Grandson wouldn't even meet me... it's so disappointing..."
"This time it's my fault, next time I'll invite you to Huaqiu City for drinks to make amends..."
"Oh dear, oh dear..."
The two struggled at the camp gate for a while under the watchful eyes of the guards, before reluctantly parting ways.
Mufasel seemed too drunk to ride a horse and had to take the carriage.
