Frankly speaking, he was not at all accustomed to sleeping on the Human Race noble's large bed.
However, upon entering the Continent of Aslante, in order to integrate into this land, he had to learn the habits of surface creatures.
Continuing to live in a cave would only result in ridicule.
"Let's go and have a look outside first!"
After a brief tidying up, the King Centipede instructed his son immediately.
In a short time, all the generals of the army were in their respective positions, fulfilling their duties.
As he patrolled the camp, apart from a bit of chaos, the overall performance was still acceptable.
The only thing that displeased the King Centipede was: The enemy's artillery shells occasionally fell into the city, and once they entered the range of the enemy's Magic Crystal Cannons, there was no sense of security.
"General Burt, how is the front line?"
The King Centipede asked with concern.
