Crown of Dunes Chapter 88

Lord’s Hall.

The pine oil torch used for lighting was crackling and burning.

Leftover food leftovers are still on the table and not packed.

The fat butler, with a sweaty face on his face, stood standing next to the seat of his master, Baron Dylan, and he understood that he should maintain the most humble and respectful attitude at this time.

But no one actually cares about him.