The command center had completely transformed into a banquet hall at this time.
Various military officials were drinking and chatting leisurely here.
The central long tables were laden with food for the guests of the banquet to take as they pleased.
Kane had already separated from his teammates in the banquet.
At this moment, an old man dressed in dark red, with some gray in his hair and beard, walked towards Kane.
"You must be Kane. I've heard quite a bit about you and your teammates' exploits."
This person was none other than the leader of the Saint-war, Di Berrio.
"Haha, you're flattering me, Commander Di Berrio."
Di Berrio, like a kindly elder, took Kane's hand and patted his shoulder with the other.
"Young man, don't be modest now. If it weren't for you and your teammates, I don't know how many soldiers would have been swallowed by demons. I truly thank you."
After saying this, Di Berrio took two glasses of wine from a nearby tray, handing one to Kane.
