"You people of the Wilderland Empire have produced quite a talent. He actually managed to withstand the attacks of four Abyssal Prison monsters." Fisher looked at Lanlost, who sat calmly across from him, with a complicated glint in his eyes.
There was both mockery and a hint of reluctant admiration in his tone.
Lanlost remained expressionless and merely snorted coldly in response.
"We should figure out a way to lure that person out." A female Grand Archmage in luxurious robes lightly tapped the table, her voice cool and decisive.
"Otherwise, if this drags on, Tutakasa will recover sooner or later. We have put so much effort into planning this. How can we let it all be for nothing?"
Hearing this, Fisher curled his lips in ridicule. "Your Ice Snow Kingdom is getting anxious, isn't it? Are you more desperate than our church?"
"Heh—" The female Grand Archmage raised her eyes, a teasing look on her face.
"I heard that your church's god has already issued a death order. If you still cannot find Tutakasa's whereabouts, you will be stripped of your position."
Fisher's expression darkened instantly, his voice sharp and cold. "Shaya, you had better not meddle. Let me tell you, three angels have already descended from the church. They are searching for Tutakasa in secret."
"Hehe—are you saying that because you want to drag us into your operation?" Shaya did not seem to care. She smiled, but her eyes were sharp.
"Enough!" Lanlost's deep voice exploded through the hall, carrying unquestionable authority.
"Shaya, stop provoking him. What matters most now is Tutakasa's severed leg. As long as that thing remains missing, he cannot fully recover."
"A severed leg?" Fisher raised a brow, as though hearing of it for the first time. "I thought Tutakasa was seriously injured. What severed