If one can live, who would wish to die?
He mocked himself with a smile, calmly saying, "At least a thousand soldiers and more than five thousand residents have been evacuated to safety. Guess what honorary title we'll be posthumously awarded?"
"No chance at all? Viscount Dorothy promised..."
Hails couldn't help but laugh halfway through his sentence.
If promises were useful, the world would have already become a harmonious paradise.
Promises are only fulfilled when there's profit to be made.
Viscount Dorothy came to gild himself, not seek death.
Even if he doesn't fulfill his promise, can anyone crawl up from Hell to settle accounts with him?
Moreover, under such circumstances, no one can accuse him. Being unable to fulfill a promise due to force majeure isn't breaking one's word, just helplessness.
"Looks like we won't see tomorrow's sun."
