"You really went to a lot of expense, Ms. Ban Yang."
The always jovial middle-aged man touched the back of his head, issuing a hearty laugh, "According to the customs back home, it should've been my treat."
Hearing herself addressed as "Ban Yang" rather than "Leona," the lady with flaxen curly hair and blue eyes nodded demurely.
A well-concealed sense of joy and satisfaction flickered in her eyes.
Did being addressed by her surname satisfy her?
Annan observed every detail, silently calculating in his mind.
The nonchalant and easygoing manner he embodied, capable of getting along with anyone without seeming contrived, had been learned from a prophet wizard known as "Giralda"... or rather, from that very statue that had been brought to life.
It was the prototype for Annan's "Final Work" Curse Binding.
