"What do you have that could interest me?" said Lucien gently with a smile.
"My lord… If you’re interested in my information, I beg you pardon me, please." Chris almost burst into tears.
"That depends on how valuable your information is." Lucien held his sword firmly.
"I… I got an invitation the other day," stammered Chris.
"You got?" Lucien tilted his head a bit.
"I stole… I stole the invitation," Chris corrected himself awkwardly, but he then explained hurriedly, "It looks like an invitation for a gathering of black sorcerers."
"..." Lucien did not respond, although his heart suddenly missed a beat.
"My lord… It is a gathering of black sorcerers of low rank, and it’s a great chance for any knight to establish a great, heroic feat."
"Show me the invitation." Lucien hid his excitement and commanded sternly.
Under Lucien’s watch, Chris took out a small piece of neatly folded paper from his pocket.
