"Of course!
Mike said firmly.
"Time is running out now and we don't have much time left!
"I think the best thing to solve the crisis we are in is if I leave as soon as possible, right?"
Then, Tyrone said to Mike, "In that case, I wish you good luck!"
Then, Mike left Ancient Law Town quietly under the cover of the night.
The wind was very strong tonight, and only half of the moon was exposed.
The wind kept blowing the leaves, making rustling sounds.
Mike kept moving forward under the cover of the night.
After a while, he saw many brightly lit tents.
This seemed to be the camp of the magic army led by General Lecter.
"How many days has it been? Why is there still no movement from the General? Could it be that the General doesn't want to attack Ancient Law Town anymore?"
"I don't know, but have you heard? It seems that our General is from Ancient Law Town!"