"I also know the work for which you have come here," Rigel said.
Rolfe narrowed his eyes as Ileus too stopped. Ileus turned to look at Rigel. All at once, magic crackled in between his fingers. Streams of blue lights sizzled around his hands and Rigel watched them with pure… wonder. He had never seen such potent magic in his life. And those golden eyes. How could a man have such mesmerizingly golden eyes that blazed at the moment.
"Speak," Rolfe growled, making him come out of his temporary trance.
"You are here to help with the translation of Yunabi," Rigel remarked. "Eltanin sent the invitation in my presence. He needs your help with translating Yunabi."
"Don't you have scribes in Araniea who can do that?" asked Rolfe in a serious tone.
"We do. A young girl named Lusitania is helping him with it."
"Then why does Eltanin need us?"
