Handwasher shrugged: "In any case, he's not from the Elfendo Council."
At that moment, the team suddenly turned towards the direction of the lake's pier — at that place, a middle-aged man in a black robe, holding a magic wand, was coming down from a sailboat anchored in the bay.
The man wore a blood-red mask, making it difficult to discern his true face. He looked at the noisy crowd, raised his hand to signal silence, and then spoke: "Everyone, you must have heard by now. Be it the royal household, the prime minister's side, the Descendants of Flor, or the people from BBK, all have rejected our proposal—"
Handwasher watched the man from a distance and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
"Have you seen him before?" Frost Sky asked.
The girl shook her head.
