Durin was not surprised when he heard that Locke Walter had returned to the Northern Kingdom and had taken an assignment from his elder brother to serve as a member of a military observation team in Foresty Land—the Farol Northern Commune was after all incongruent with the nobles.
Previously, Locke had been a political asylum seeker. Now, it seemed he too had taken an easy job from his brother.
Thinking of this, Durin glanced at the report handed over by the black-haired child in front of him, "How are you, Vili? Ready to go to the front line to aid your old friend Rovski?"
"I am Vili, headmaster, don't tease me with the name of a Changtangian just because I also have black hair," the young Grassland Elf retorted, frowning.
"Alright, Vili," Durin laughed.
His student sighed — clearly annoyed.
