The celebration of the founding banquet lasted for a total of nine days.
However, after the festivities of the third night came to a close, the Red Iron Dragon had already vanished from the bustling main venue of the banquet.
All the tedious diplomatic engagements were handed over to the Iron Dragon Solrog.
Galos' patience for the unpredictable, capricious monarch drama only lasted for several nights.
Initially, he found it somewhat novel and interesting, but before long, his innate pursuit of power started to stir, and he grew weary of these insincere occasions.
Just as Red Silver Dragon Deborah and Elf Dragon Vera had anticipated.
Galos felt discomfort all over, as if countless ants were crawling under his scales, his heart yearning to experience fatigue and pain.
Having been accompanied by these feelings for many years, they became an indispensable part of Galos' routine.
