Lawrence complained in his heart.
"Brother, what do you say?" The dwarf nudged his leg with an elbow.
With two thuds, Lawrence couldn't help but twist his mouth.
It hurt.
"Of course, you're right, this country is indeed unlucky enough." Lawrence had to admit.
I've been fighting alongside these dwarves for days. Don't they know I'm a prince?
Even though... the role I play is pretty much like that of an ordinary Night Watcher.
Indeed, if you convert Lawrence into a Night Watcher's level, he's just about level five.
In reality, reaching level 5 at his age was enough for him to be proud.
He was quite confident and satisfied with this fact.
But these Night Watchers... they couldn't tell.
Maybe this is the outside world.
"Look at this city, ravaged by these Blood Race monsters, and those poor citizens.
