Outside the tavern, Kaji Mizit walked out in a low mood.

His armor was stained with liquor of various colors, and his face and hair were also wet.

It looks like a senior alcoholic who has been drunk day and night, with decadent, depressed, and powerless emotions all over his body.

The warrior of the Holy Light, who was so upright and mighty in the past, is now like a lost dog.

For a moment he was a little confused.

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