Meanwhile.
At the Heresy Tribunal.
"Michael... right?" Xi Mu intertwined his fingers, looking at the beauty with golden hair across from him, as if joking:
"You really are as beautiful as the rumors say."
"This is just a result of my abilities." Shaking his head, Michael smiled unexpectedly debonair, giving off a very amicable feeling.
Xi Mu nodded, took out a sheet of paper, "This is a type of magic that can enhance abilities, consider it my payment to you."
"Lord Ahetar, are you planning to hire me for something?" Michael accepted the paper but did not look at it.
Xi Mu shook his head and said:
"Your coming to the Black Rose Kingdom is help enough. This 'manifesting to me' magic is the only reward I can offer to heroes."
He kept his smile.
"I invited you here this time simply to make friends with you, I hope you don't mind."
"I would be delighted." Michael laughed heartily, making one's heart race—a manifestation of his unconscious charm.
