"Unfortunately, you guessed wrong."
"Your Excellency Velin, how old are you now?" The muscular female mage showed no regret at having failed. Instead, she asked with a face full of curiosity.
"This year, I'm already one hundred and three. In another five months, I'll be one hundred and four."
"You're sixty-eight years older than me," the muscular female priest couldn't help exclaiming.
Liya looked just as serious. Your Excellency Velin clearly looked so young, yet he was already over a hundred years old.
Seeing the shocked expressions on their faces, Velin felt, for an instant, that he really had grown old.
Before he knew it, he seemed to have reached over a hundred years old.
"Your Excellency Velin, when did you start following Madam?" The muscular female priest stared at Velin with bright, intent eyes and continued asking.
Hearing this, Velin put on a reminiscent look and sighed. "When I was eight, I became her attendant. It's been ninety-five years now."
"That explains why you and the lady seem so familiar. So you grew up together," the muscular female priest said in sudden realization.
The female mage Liya, seated beside her, also let go of the last trace of doubt in her heart. Perhaps this explained why Your Excellency Velin and Madam Xuemya were so familiar with each other, almost without any distinction between superior and subordinate.
The other listeners also resolved the doubts in their hearts.
But the blue-haired female mage sitting in the corner was the only clear-headed person among them, though she did not dare tell the truth.
The ignorant were fearless. At this moment, this scene perfectly illustrated those words.
This black-haired knight chatting and laughing with that muscular female priest—how was he some High-rank Gold Knight? He was clearly the Moon Knight whose name had