"Someone will definitely come to invite you." The owner looked at Uchiha Madara and assured him, "There are absolutely no exceptions to this. Besides, you're such a high-level mage—and most importantly, a fire mage."
"To our city lord, you're an exceptionally rare talent. He'll definitely send someone to invite you, and it won't take long. They'll be here soon," the owner said.
Uchiha Madara nodded. He thought that he had not been in this country for very long. Even if word reached the city lord's ears, it would take some time. So there was no need for him to hurry now.
"Then bring me a pot of tea," Uchiha Madara said.
"Since you're so certain, I'll believe you. I'm bored anyway, so I'll wait here," Uchiha Madara said with a smile.
"Very well. I'll bring you a pot of the finest tea right away." With that, the owner left.
Uchiha Madara felt somewhat helpless. Although there was still a sliver of hope, he felt that he might have come to the wrong place again.
In the past, whenever Uchiha Madara went to the right place, Ci Enyiwu would always find someone to help him. But now, it seemed that was no longer the case.
Uchiha Madara shook his head helplessly. Did Ci Enyiwu want to distance herself from him after everything he had done?
Just as Uchiha Madara was pondering this, two guards approached him.
"Honored mage." The guards bowed to Uchiha Madara, then said, "Our city lord requests your presence. Please come with us."
"You came this quickly?" Uchiha Madara looked at the guards and asked, "How did you two know I was here?"
"The moment you entered our country, news of it had already arrived. Then the city lord ordered the two of us to come invite you