"Ah, you..." Ilodyer pointed at the young man, "You're the one from the Duskvale Plateau..."
The youth emerged from behind the statue as if every time he saw him, he left a different impression on people.
Ilodyer frowned at him.
For him, such a person was the least he wanted to interact with, and this guy could also be classified as such people.
"My name is Alinar," the youth bowed slightly, with a hint of mockery, "I'm so happy to meet you in Archades City."
"Likewise," Ilodyer smiled.
"Will you blame me for what happened on the Duskvale Plateau?" Alinar looking at him with squinted eyes.
He indeed seemed happy to see him again, but who could see his true thoughts.
"No," the black haired half-elf took a step back, and he could felt the Elven King in his gray cloak was behind him, "So, we bid farewell."