After a temporary truce, the three of them gathered around the barbecue grill, staring at the several-hundred-kilogram roast wild boar.
Of course, the loyal Sun Knights would not allow their pontiff to sit on the ground, so they specially moved an ornately carved and comfy hoop-back chair.
Zuo Fang actually wanted to sit as well.
However, after looking around, he sadly realized that his status did not qualify him to sit beside the Pope, and he didn't want to sit on the ground either, so in the end, he chose to stand, though reluctantly.
Xu Shuo leaned back lazily on the chair, crossed his legs, and leisurely watched the youth sitting cross-legged in front of him busily handle the wild boar.
Actually, when he first saw him, Xu Shuo had not recognized Luo Kun.
Because the grey gradient layer made the facial features less distinct, yet the frenzied way the other party charged over was indeed familiar. Then he remembered Zuo Fang's assessment of this dragon.
