Sacred Silvervine Arena, second floor.
Internal office area, executive office.
"Let's go and talk with Countess Rosalinda about the retrieval of our paintings, then we'll find Nigel,"
Lanci said, holding the doorknob, to Talia standing beside him.
"No problem."
Talia, holding the Little Black Cat, replied.
She was quite satisfied with today's harvest and had unexpectedly become a Platinum Level Card Maker. Now Xiu Bao could brag outside about how his aunt was a formidable and successful person.
The door opened.
It was a spacious office of about a hundred square meters, the floor crafted from centuries-old oak trees arranged into a Poseen-style pattern. A redwood desk about two meters in diameter was the focal point to the right, where a brass antique oil lamp forged from pure brass sat atop the aged sandalwood desk. But apart from a few parchment documents awaiting signature, no one was sitting there.
"Lanci, Tata, you're here,"