Dusky cloud felt so tired. Playing games should have been a happy thing to do, but now, he only felt exhausted. The scale of the Ten Guild Alliance grew larger and larger, but the feeling of happy playing games grew more and more distant.
He felt that he was not suitable to be the leader of thousands of people. There were dozens of brothers who shared the same heart and mind, and they were eating, drinking, and playing together. Dusky cloud felt that that was the most suitable for him. His current status had already surpassed his limits, he was working hard to study and adapt, so he was tired from adapting. He even began to Miss Silver Moon. He missed the dog-like life of being chased by the past. Although he gritted his teeth every day, he was very energetic and energetic. Unlike now, he was either tired or tired.