Although Twilight Borderlands had the word "twilight" in its name, it actually had nothing to do with twilight. Of course, geographically speaking, it was quite clear why it was called that, since Twilight Borderlands lay within the Arctic Circle.
"So you knew the Pope ran into trouble here?"
Sitting in the command room chair, Fang Zheng glared helplessly at the golden dragon girl. Given Fang Zheng's current status and power, there was naturally no need for him to disguise himself as some adventurer, put together a Northern Lands adventure group, and come here to show off and slap faces. He simply waved his hand and led half a fleet straight to Twilight Borderlands.
"Let me make this clear first: I knew the Pope was here, but I didn't know he'd gotten into trouble."
The golden dragon girl washed her hands of the matter completely.
"Look, the Pope is human too, right? Mortals all have their emotions and desires. Maybe the Pope came here to meet a lover? Wouldn't it be awkward if I came here and caught them having an affair?"
As she spoke, the golden dragon girl looked utterly justified. Then she glanced out the window at the pitch-black sky and the goose-feather snowstorm whirling through the air.
"Besides, it's way too cold here."
I bet that last part was the real reason.
Fang Zheng rolled his eyes irritably.
"Forget it. I'm not arguing with you about this now. Can you find out where the Pope is?"
"I don't know. I can only sense that he should be somewhere around here, but there's no response when I try telepathy. Maybe he really is dead."
"You seem awfully calm about this."
Seeing how unconcerned the golden dragon girl looked, Fang Zheng found himself rather curious.
"You've been with this Pope