"Rivers, come with me. Sir, please continue leading the way."
No longer teasing the elf, Anvis nodded to him and turned his gaze back to the reception manager.
Muttering inwardly that this foreign elf had stumbled into incredible luck, the manager prepared to continue leading the way.
"Um, Your Excellency Anvis, I have another companion waiting outside. Should I have her come in as well?"
At that moment, the Last Dragonborn hesitated. Under the manager's astonished gaze at the elf's audacity, he suddenly spoke.
"Oh?"
Anvis raised an eyebrow, mildly interested.
"Sure. Have your companion come in too."
With permission granted, the elf hurriedly edited and sent another message. Soon, as another matching dart flew in, the cool and sultry figure of a cat-eared thief girl appeared in the corridor.
"This is the esteemed Your Excellency Anvis I told you about before!"
Before Tiramisu could speak, the elf hastily explained, afraid that she might reveal her true nature and say something wrong. If that happened, even he would not be able to save her.
"Mm... meow—"
After glancing at everyone present, the black-haired cat-eared girl obediently nodded and let out a seductive meow in response.
So she really was from White Light Arena.
Anvis glanced at Tiramisu's Panel and nodded to himself. As a former professional team captain, the Last Dragonborn indeed had private connections with White Light.
He remembered that name. White Light Arena's frontline professional thief Player, Midnight Queen, who had long occupied one of the top three spots on the Player thief rankings—the dream goddess of fat nerds.
And due to the Players' unique nature, White Light, one of the three major esports Clubs, held considerable value for him now.
If nothing else, handled properly, it would immediately provide him with an incredibly powerful intelligence organization.
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