The next day.
As usual, Eli came to the third floor of the White Tower. As a member of the Council, he also had an office here, and it was very large.
"Milord, these are all the recent matters!"
Wearing an off-shoulder dress, Evena walked in with a document in her hand, shaking her rabbit ears.
"Did anything happen recently?" Eli asked curiously.
"It's been quite peaceful recently. It's just that with the expansion of our forces, it's inevitable that there will be friction with the Blood Alliance. But it basically doesn't affect us." Answered Evelina.
"That's good. Then, you can distribute the potions and other magic plant resources to the camps and forces according to the previous proportion. I won't care about this." Eli laughed.
"Alright," Evena forced a smile.
Seriously, Eli used to work for him, but now it was the other way around. Evena felt sad. She couldn't go out to gamble again today.
