"Lord Fugen, this is his contact address. However, the information I have is that everyone who has tried to collaborate with him has failed and been killed, so you must be careful!" Amancio handed over a small piece of paper.
"I understand." Fugen accepted the paper, the smile still radiant on his face: "Lamp God Warlock? Golden Mage? Interesting!"
.......I am the dividing line of Oh Moses Roy.......
After the banquet ended, several people emerged from the Eastern Palace and returned to the State Guesthouse.
On the dim streets of Margaret, Fugen and Hadrian discussed the day's meetings: "Lady Kislev, Half-Elves, Arabians, Tiriel truly is a chaotic place."
"I don't understand war and military matters, Lord Fugen." Hadrian shook his head with a bitter smile: "I'm just a merchant."
