As Brown finished talking, Kempes, who had been indifferently and ruthlessly kicking Kans, suddenly stopped, and interest flashed in his eyes. He sat back at his desk as if minding his own business and resumed drinking his glass of wine.
"Poison Mist Valley?"
Brown promptly nodded.
"Yes, the Poison Mist Valley. In the past few days, that person has been going there frequently, and he even enters the poisoned area sometimes before quickly coming out. It would definitely be easy to kill that person in that environment if it's Sir Kempes…"
Kempes fiercely tore a piece of meat and put it in his mouth, suspicions flashing in his eyes.
'A mage of Okland is actually interested in that region? Didn't they already give up the research many years ago?'
