Attack and Defense

Devlin Holhack Syndra was like a stern ghost, yet she wore a radiantly sweet smile.

With steady steps, she led Jiang Han through the corridor to a small reception room outside the Throne Hall. Then she suddenly turned around, her smile humble but not fawning, and said:

"If I may, could I know what business you have with the great Lady Eileen?"

Of course—hmm? Jiang Han showed a puzzled expression. "Eileen didn't tell you?"

Devlin smiled and shrugged. "Yes and no. Clearly, Lady Eileen has her own way of thinking, and her own principles for carrying out those principles and plans. It is difficult for us to guess at the lady's thoughts or her methods. That truly makes it hard for humble witch civil servants like us to do our jobs. Of course, I also believe that perhaps the lady simply forgot to tell me. After all, a friend's visit is not something that necessarily needs to be reported to subordinates like us."

Jiang Han truly could not tell whether this witch was speaking with veiled sarcasm, speaking sincerely, offering an opinion, or making an inquiry.

Fortunately, this unusual "conversation" did not continue.

Devlin knocked on the doors of the Throne Hall and waited quietly.

A moment later, Eileen's voice came from inside:

"Come in."

Within Snow Phoebe Lake Dominion, the Throne Hall looked far cozier than Anjie's, perhaps because Eileen never worked here and instead treated it as a private residence.

On a sofa atop the soft carpet, Eileen wore a simple, spotless white robe, with plain pink-and-white cotton stockings reaching her ankles. Her long silver hair was tied back with a golden ribbon.

Sitting on the sofa, she smiled brightly. "Jiang Han, sit down quickly. I specially had Amy make some desserts you like."

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