"Respected sir, President Blando of the White Crow Commerce Association extends his highest regards to you!"
"May the goddess favor you."
As his voice sounded, the dozen companions behind him finally came to their senses, all scrambling to offer their greetings.
Lear heard this, watching the humans tied up by vines, and said with great interest.
"White Crow Commerce Association? I've never heard of that name... In which district do you operate?"
Which district?
Hearing this, Blando immediately became excited.
"Seventh District!! The White Crow Commerce Association is in Shop No. 9 of the Seventh District!"
"Sir, are you also from Lorand City?"
His inquiry indicated that he must be familiar with Lorand City.
Lear slowly nodded.
"I used to live in the Ninth District."
Ninth District??
Blando was taken aback; wasn't that the slum? The dirty, foul smell often drifted to the Seventh District with the wind.
