Inside Graycastle's parlor, Roland quietly observed the old man before him.
Seated in a wheelchair with a head full of grizzled hair, sunken cheeks and wrinkles bulging on his forehead, the old man was clearly approaching the final years of his life. But compared to his age, his eyes remained clear and youthful, with the vigor of an adolescent. The monocle hanging on his nose bridge and bow tie at his neck added a touch to his bearing. At the same time, the old man was also observing Roland.
Roland broke the silence after a short moment as he revealed a smile. "It truly wasn't easy inviting you over from the Kingdom of Dawn. Welcome to Graycastle's new King City, Mr. Banach Lothar. It must have been a long and tough journey for you."
"It is my honor to be received by the King of Graycastle…" The old man lowered his head slightly. "But may I ask, what does Your Majesty have for me?"
