Adrian nodded, and a minute later, the guard returned.

"Mr. Quintin invites you in."

Adrian entered the tent alone. After more than a month, he finally saw Quintin. However, he couldn't help but sign upon seeing the latter. When he heard that Quintin hadn't been taking any audiences, he knew that the situation was bad. As the commander of the army, one could imagine the situation Quintin was in if he didn't want to see his subordinates.

The vigorous and domineering middle-aged man was no more