Indeed, a level 18 mage arriving on the island had some connection with himself.
And he was a member of their own headquarters.
It probably wasn't related to the incident with Lu An.
Since he had sent the newspapers over, it was unlikely they would be seeking revenge so swiftly.
"Prepare lunch first, and then we'll go," Wu Heng said.
"What would you like to eat, sir?" Mini asked with a smile.
"Seafood noodles, keep it simple."
"Okay!" Mini nodded and quickly headed towards the kitchen.
...
Association, dormitory.
The door opened, and a robust attendant, holding several newspapers, came in and handed them to 'Virgil,' who was wearing a robe.
"The city hall does sell recent issues of the newspaper—it's not too much of a hassle."
Virgil nodded, picked up the newspapers, and looked over each one.
"It doesn't say whether this street lamp is mechanical or a prop."
