"I just said, which young and promising naval general of the Liangxia Empire could it be, if not you?"
At the sound of the voice, a large hand heavily patted Bai Zhizhan's shoulder, and then a distinct scent of perfume wafted over.
Poor Liangxia language, the dense hairs on the back of the hand, and that unique men's cologne—who else could it be?
Of course, it was Dunz from the Tiaoman Empire.
Bai Zhizhan and this man were not just old acquaintances; they could also be considered old friends.
To say the least, their friendship had almost spanned twenty years.
After the last war ended, according to the agreement reached during the Seba Conference, the Bulan Kingdom transferred a group of Tiaoman Empire's military personnel captured in the Fan Flame Ocean to the Liangxia Empire, or more accurately, sent them back through the Liangxia Empire. Dunz, who was a lieutenant at the time, was among them.
