Velin lay down in the courtyard again, continuing to relax while waiting for Adams and Cronin to arrive.
Half an hour later, feeling the sun's glaring rays, Velin took out his staff and tapped the ground.
A vine rapidly grew, weaving itself into a gigantic umbrella overhead in the blink of an eye, shading more than fifty square meters of grassland.
"Lord West Wind Knight, your father has asked you to visit his room." A Dragon Person warrior entered the small courtyard, approached Velin, bowed, and reported respectfully.
"All right, I understand."
Velin rose somewhat helplessly, put his staff into his Spatial Ring, and headed straight for his father's courtyard.
Upon entering the courtyard and pushing open the door, he saw his father waiting for him at the desk.
"Blythe told me something." Angus looked up, set down his pen, and spoke calmly.
A flicker of interest rose in Velin's heart. He walked over to his father, looked at the symbols on the paper, and asked in confusion, "What news was important enough for you to summon me as soon as the conversation ended?"
"This information is of little use to us. It happens to be something you can use to repay a favor."
After saying that, Angus handed Velin the parchment covered in unfamiliar symbols.
Taking the parchment from his father, Velin stared at the patterns that looked like a child's doodles, his face full of confusion. "What do these mean?"
"I always told you to read more. It seems I'll have to remind your wife to keep a closer eye on you." Looking at his foolish son, Angus could not help reprimanding him.
"Father, you've said enough. Just tell me what this is." Velin searched through his memories, comparing them with the unfamiliar script, but still could not