"No, I'll go meet him personally."
Madam Schroder stopped the attendant. She took a glance at the playwrights that were currently engaged in discussion. Even though she could be said to be friends with all of them, she cannot guarantee that there wasn't any spy for the Holy Church among them.
Following the attendant, Madam Schroder quickly left the theater. Upon going out, she saw a tall and robust silhouette standing by the entrance. His body was covered by a cloak of leaves. In a human city, his attire was extremely conspicuous.
"Elder Safran."
Madam Schroder had met Elder Safran several times before. In Madam Schroder's eyes, Elder Safran was equivalent to the Blackwood Elves' diplomat.
Before Elder Safran could even say anything, sharp voices entered Madam Schroder's ears. Those voices sounded so mournful, so very inhuman.
Upon hearing those terrifying voices, the surrounding attendants and guards immediately rushed over.
