Malin propped his chin, nodding at the young Chariot before him, "Yes."
Dorothy had already set up a private communication signal, and soon, a somewhat distorted voice of Mr. Chariot entered Malin's mind.
· Mr. Malin, the border guard of the Eastern Kingdom needs your help. We have lost twenty thousand soldiers in the last week. Please forgive our ignorance and stupidity and give my soldiers a way to live.
The young man got straight to the point when he spoke these words. It did not surprise Malin; he knew the identity and power of the person before him, and this gentleman was undoubtedly a noble of the Eastern Kingdom. Interestingly, this prince is a wizard—then who could "His Excellency" be?
Was this young man a guide amongst wizards, or perhaps an elder of the royal family?
