Leaving the main hall, Velin suddenly remembered that he had not yet attended to his actual business.
This visit was originally meant for the construction of a teleportation array, and incidentally, to leverage the power of the Church of Dawn to pressure the Xilore Tribe of the Holy Shia Beastman Kingdom.
Yet upon having an audience with the Dawn Pontiff, he had completely forgotten everything he needed to do.
Walking ahead, Lester turned his head, looked at Velin, and asked, "Your Excellency, have you encountered any difficulties?"
"Nothing at all."
Velin looked at Lester's expression and answered.
The other's cold tone, coupled with a trace of alienation in his eyes, undoubtedly meant he was someone prejudiced against him.
Although he did not know why, he would not make a fool of himself by telling him about this matter.
Furthermore, this matter belonged to those somewhat shady affairs; if he were facing Gerrard, he would certainly speak his mind, but with this Dawn Knight before him, it was not quite the same.
Seeing this, Lester stopped asking, turned around without hesitation, put away the superfluous expression on his face, returned to his icy facade, and led the way ahead.
For this noble personally bestowed by the Crown of the Goddess of Life, he held a trace of curiosity in his heart, but not much; a calm mindset prevailed instead.
Having practiced the path of the Dawn Knight since childhood, he harbored a natural sense of exclusion toward nobility.
Executing various missions over the years had also left him with little fondness for aristocrats.
The world was not simply black and white—a principle he understood very well—yet knowing it was one thing, and making him do things that violated his own morals was quite impossible.
Arriving at a side hall in the