Sir Wesley, wearing his military uniform, walked over with a wine glass.
As the Marshal of Campbell Duchy, this usually serious and stern soldier now had a rare hint of blush on his face.
It was evident that he hadn't drunk so merrily for some time.
Luo Yan stood up with a smile, elegantly raising his glass in response.
"You are too kind, Marshal."
"No, you are too modest!" Sir Wesley looked at him with bright eyes, his voice full of gratitude, "Without your strategic planning and wholehearted assistance, relying solely on us, we would probably still be stuck at Burial Peak fighting with the Ratmen."
Whether it was the Dragon Descendants from Gutaf Kingdom, those eye-opening war weapons, or the magic of the Prince himself... all of these played crucial roles in this war.
"You overpraise me. The true hero is amidst the crowd." Luo Yan smiled modestly, directing his gaze towards the bustling center of the camp.
There, the campfire soared into the sky.
