Under the twin moons, a gentle night breeze blew, and in the outskirts of Cyan Town, there was a small grove.
"Lord, the people you wanted are here," said Gideon Black, who had a large figure, as he elegantly walked up to Leo Ray and respectfully saluted him.
Behind him were an old and a young man, both of whom exuded an extraordinary aura.
With a slight nod, Leo Ray, who was leaning against a large tree, took a step forward and looked at the two people in front of him.
One of them was none other than Mason Banks, the chief appraiser of Sanders' Trading Conference, whom he had met before. The close-fitting brocade robe and chest muscles that seemed to be carved from the same mold as Gideon's were undoubtedly unforgettable.
As for the other person, Leo Ray couldn't help but look at them a few more times.
The slender figure was dressed in a set of well-fitting white knight's casual clothes.
