Her father was the famous legendary ascetic in the desert of death. He had repeatedly reminded her that she could directly seek help from him if Solan City encountered problems. Respect filled his words.
She would have found it hard to believe that a Grace Mainland Overlord could have such a shocking transformation in such a short time if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes.
Richard must have been a god. That could only be the explanation.
Richard chuckled when he saw the caution in the girl's eyes.
"Whether that is true or not, we're still friends, Christy."
Christy felt his gentle attitude. She had relived nervousness again. A smile appeared on her face.
"Yes, we are friends."
She spoke and must have thought of something. Her expression became serious.
"Your Excellency, the undead's attacks are too fierce. The pressure on Solan City has reached its limit. I need help."
