Yesterday, Andirokos, the garrison commander of Voldisk City, had very pleasantly given himself a two-day vacation. He would not have to deal with annoying official business, nor listen to the endless nagging of his useless subordinates. He would simply stay in his room, procure a bottle of treasured red wine, enjoy some fine food, and then lie down on his bed for a blissful sleep, forgetting all the troubles of the mundane world.
Everything felt so wonderful. It was just that this wonderful time lasted only until about ten in the morning.
"My lord, this is bad, this is bad!"
Chapter 200