Chapitre 521: The Three Envoys

Lawrend opened his eyes and stepped down from the throne and followed Verkoli.

Lawrend entered the guest room calmly. Two middle-aged men and an aged woman stared at him. They tried to see through him with their eyes.

"Good day. Have you agreed with my conditions?" Lawrend asked and sat down on his seat.

The three didn't respond and glared at him.

"You are as young and talented as the rumors," one of the men said.

"You are..?"

"Ehem. Apologies. I'm Otor Forest. This guy beside me is Gregory Beer. And this lady is Miss Julianne Desert," Otor replied.

"An Earth-Earth Mage, a Light Mage, and a Wind Mage. That's okay, I guess," Lawrend muttered.

"Your Highness, what do you mean by okay?" Julianne asked with a frown.

She looked like a woman in her late 40s. Her face was proof of her beauty when she was young. Alas, it was covered in wrinkles and age.