Bab 381: C381. The Genius of Armin.

 "Correct me if I didn't hear you correctly, what did you just say!?" 

 "I'm saying I was invited to a private dinner party in the Korver family's estate, please don't be too loud I'm already exhausted."

 Laying on the long sofa in the corner of the dimly lit office room still fully clothed was Armin, who had immediately collapsed after returning from the Emerald Palace only a few minutes ago. 

 While seated across from him was an old man that was basically all skin and bones, with a long white beard and holding a wooden cane. To his left was a middle-aged demon noble with short black hair and a well-kept beard.

 Wearing a well-tailored black suit with both hands in his pocket he stared at Armin with a confused expression on his face.